Broken Passages, Confusing Thoughts

We are pathetic incandescent blobs of matter filled to the brim with despair.

It's the most beautiful, pretty thing and what do you do? Crush it!

I am an enigma of sorts, of flowered dreams and copper pots, the emotions flow between us.

I am warm and fuzzy, filled with all those sickeningly cute things.

Cosmic explosions abound in the universe as I sit back and watch it all.

Beautifully tragic, meaningless existence.

Mundane stife of day to day life.

I feel invisible, trapped in a box, no way out.

I'm stung, hung, bleeding from the gun.

Madness surrounds me, confusion confounds me.

Bitter memories they are, but are they not sweet?

I can control my emotions, but my thoughts leave me so easily.

I fill you up, I spit you out.

I'm deprived of emotion, but filled with devotion.

Confusion, illusion, desperate delusion.

Tragedy follows along the debris left behind by the cruel fates.

Heartbroken fools attach themselves to the bodies of the lovesick fools, in hopes that they too can achieve such success.

Time streaks by me as I am enveloped in my cloud of pity and dispair.

Burning rage billows out, fills the air with anger, kills the mood, saddens the people.

Angels protect me when devils delude me.

I am a pile of contradictions all locked together.

I am the eighth wonder of the world, a majestic mystery among the stars.

A friend till the end, that is something that will never bend.

To be in love... is that enough?

Controlled by the nothingness, pushed by the past, killed by the future.

Peering over the edge, I look below and see into the future.

Like a waterfall, my emotions run over a cliff to fall in a pool of confusion. They drift down the river of thought to sweep past the hills of deception.

You won't / don't understand me, so don't try to.

If I cared about what people thought of me, I wouldn't be here today.