Pyramids

Every now and thenOne should dismantle oneselfTo see how deep the abyss really isWhen life feels like it's time for creditsThat's when the surgery should beginSeeing how much blood comes out from the pastThat's the real funTo feel the pain of our old selvesNow covered in the skin of an alligatorListening to those songs that once were weapons The lyrics that you've used to convince and repress the hell out of your feelings Telling yourself you're stronger than you know

Every now and then a surgery must be performedPsyche wreaked open To hold hands with the version of ourselves that it feels they go through the loop of painAs if you're hereAnd for them the cycle never ends

The songs that are chargedAs if the lyrics had memories and for you they were stored Ironically rent-free this time I'm sure it's for a limited time

Every now and then one must look at the goals that once were dreamsSit in the skin of a version of ourselves that once was Listening to the songs that once felt like a razor blade Untamed and out of hope

Have you ever really tasted what it means to be an outlier I dare you it's the last game you'll want to playThe taste of being a pawn an unfamiliar liarSeriously, have you ever met that liar?Have you ever been maskless while you could use any skin interchangeablyLike putting on makeup because of how deeply you could see

They always said the sight was a blessing and a curse It's the knowing you have and no matter what you do Your hands are tiedYou miss the unknowing at timesWho would you be without the knowing Your skin looks like cherry blossom but has anyone asked your soul

Inside you, Bukowski is breathing Saying I told you soWith every line your poetry is changing Your words are getting old just like you Then you look in the mirror Get surprised at what it tells youAnd every damn time it surprises youA mirror that never matches your reality

On the exterior you are an it girlIf it only wasn't for the mania in your mind You wonder if it's all a conspiracy of the universeTo exclude you always when you embody the tideIs it really the universe or is it because you set your standards too high

My dear your poetry has changed In every word it's a blood cell you're gifting Those who are reading will they ever get the chance Or maybe they are estranged The universe you build for them is an escape Maybe one day you too will become a trendy landscapeThen the same eyes will ask if your core has changed

Your words weigh heavier nowEven if the scale remains uninvented Some sentences They feel like a stone in your heart Your poems turn into pyramidsThe readers wonder the laws of physics