Holding Hands

I don't do it to feel you beside me.

It's not for the status quo

Of what's yours and mine

But for the fear,

Of being lost in the crowd.

Intertwined, interlaced

Fingers of despair,

To keep me near,

Like a balloon tied to a rock. 

It's so you keep my grounded,

Away from the surrealism

That is kept in puffy white things

Floating above my head. 

Holding hands to stay on earth,

Desiring to fall a victim of lust,

Ravaged by the populous,

Forgetting that humanity,

Isn't about need,

But the feeling of living on earth.

The Monster

My head is more of a disease,

Than my heart,

Because my head thinks its okay,

And my heart goes for it.

But then my ego and heart,

Are shattered at once,

Then I end up crawling back in bed,

With the monster,

From which I crept..

The monster, 

Of loneliness and despair.

Euphoria

The world is only a cruel place,
If you don't fight back,
Cause if you don't fight back,
What's worth living for?
The lies placed so delicately on our plates,
Aren't meant to be swallowed,
They are there to be showcased,
To show the power of evil,
Look through the looking glass,
And you'll see not your reflection,
But the other side we seek to reach,
To find Euphoria.