Karma, Pink to Red I. One Wrong MoveKarma, Pink to Red by `cloude
Fix my bed with bloodied hands
Cloud my ears with pinkened pillows
I lie still in muffled silence
As the dark room hums around me
II. Intentions to Improve
Hidden from my gaze behind my back
Turned glass eyes glow neon black------inside
A thick-skinned pseudo-demon mask
Arms tense always ready to act
III. Cut Smooth
Not a sound escapes but
Each tremble contains a witness to fear
As my throat rips open; my eyes tear------shut
Warm wet flows from cheek to chest
Almost gone, these last few breaths
Turn pink pillows red
And the dark room hums even after I'm dead
City Streets they'll never change your lifeCity Streets by `cloude
wet concrete fog thick smiles
footsteps falling toward north star miles
cold toe tips water dripped feet
mark inches on city streets
passer-by buildings blood red bricks
head spins mind turns tricks
skies move in on chins turned down
walking city streets that'll never change your life
Angel Pain Redux and Completux I keep my love closeAngel Pain Redux and Completux by `cloude
Not strong enough to let the pieces go
It pains the angels around me so --I keep my love close ...
Depersonalization defined: A state in which the normal sense of personal identity and reality is lost, characterized by feelings that one's actions and speech cannot be controlled.Depersonalization by `cloude
Mans' Struggle To Fit In By Any Means Necessary
The weirdness hit me again at the store today. I felt like I was nothing more than an object in motion in an elaborate machine with the purpose of entertaining some cosmic audience. It lasted for the entire spree and so I went with it and raised the bar of the production. I danced with my shopping cart and tossed super real, super red tomatoes around like confetti splashing on the floor painting the dirty tiles all shades of red and
Longing 
!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! 
Sta.sh
