Roses are red, orange, purple, and blue
Violets are blue, pink, orange, and white too
My mind is like a flower bed, changing colors and hues
Going through a cycle, trying to find out the truths
But I will never know and it fucks with my head
Like what do I believe up until I am dead
Mulder on the case, better watch for the feds
I know what I'm saying, I don't take any meds
Chasing joy and wonder, trying to figure it out
but I can't seem to find em so I'm starting to doubt
if they even exist or is it just another hoax.
I don't got the answers but hey, I got a couple jokes.
I got scars and invisible contusions
I got problems that offer no solutions
I blame myself, keep trying to be productive
But in the end, all that's left is the side of me that's destructive.
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Messages From the Void
PoetryA culmination of my poetry that I have carefully jumbled into a book, which is also available on amazon. Thank you and good day.
