fuck what you know.

fuck what you know. you need to forget about what you know, thats your problem. forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me.

hello.
the day i become .
the day i will be something.
made the mold from restriction.
the feeling without fever.
and sickness beyond my wealth.
poor beyond it.
i've been stuck.
and for this i regret it.
i have fought it sadly.
for hours upon dreams of silence.
the sound of silence.
became my music.
mantra y soul.
for those i believe we
settle
lay
and
console.
my moments of correct posture,
correcting this big picture.
but within these four walls.
possess much more than this conscience.
i see his pouncing machines.
chest out and chest exposed.
i'm terrified to stay bloody with liveyness.
how must i see is hollow.
which these screams of silence.
of space and sound.
into infinity.
the sound strengthens and the voices enter oblivion.
into to the beginning of existence. i begin.
forward chest expansion decreases
capacity.
from everyside in which i remember my thoughts.
came no other side in which i forgot my thoughts in.
i'm lost so forever caught.
caught. and banished.
by thought of finding whomenever answered these questions.
how and why.
this and that or this for that.
searching.
searching..
searching...
can't find the right home.
i can't even pin point a very defined simple.
bit of signature left on land.
home.
we call conformity.
where future meets present.
hello potential.
changeover.
and no one in the theater has any idea.
who i am.
you don't know me.
no that haven't.
and no they wont.
i will ont fight anymor.e
i fall. apart.
i sleep
surviving last stand,