lies beneath it all, i’m doing it again. falsifying myself to an unknown reality so that i can feel a little bit better, in just this moment. keep looking toward the future but only know what’s in the present, so why look? i’ll tell you why. a simple emptiness that can’t be filled, an uncertainty that you cannot deny. a alias that cannot be filled but a empty poem.

i’m hollow on certain days, but then overflowing on others, figure me out i dare you, i keep daring all of you, but no takers, guess nobody has the guts.

figure me out before i destroy you.