I am a space rabbit, and I make no noise one day I fell so helplessly in love with this absolutely stunning meteoroid it was floating towards a planet that I've never seen I clung to it's dusty exterior, but that's alright, my paws are never clean when we landed at last, I introduced myself to you I said, "hey, I'm a space rabbit, and I think that you're cute." I'm a rabbit from space and I've lived a lonely life all the way out here in the endless expanse that I call home with my meteoroid wife the love we share, I fear, is disappearing, and I'm nostalgic for how we used to feel because the Sun's been gone for almost a billion years, and I'm beginning to feel like nothing's real We lived mutually, for centuries you always respected my space but I could never find myself to be happy 'cause sometimes loving someone just doesn't come easy and no matter how hard that I tried, I knew one day you wouldn't be here with me and eventually I won't remember the way you felt, you'll be gone and I'll be alone again I am living in eternal hell And I forget just where I came from and what it means to be someone I forget the feeling of my first kiss and I have so many kids that I don't remember the names of and they won't be missed

You are the most putrid, precious daffodil a constant reminder of what never will become of my unwavering devotion like a willow pestering it's colors through the Winter's harsh winds only to be cut down come Spring because it looks too depressing and doesn't match the aesthetic of the new siding I'll hand you the chainsaw and we both know how this ends because we've been here before but I'm just a helpless kid fueled by the possibility that there is even a remote chance of a you and me that I cross your mind even a fraction of the times that you cross mine that even though I know that you have priorities that you can see how perfect I can be to you let me understand your almond milk eyes and taste the snow that blankets your stems by night my lovely daffodil let the Sun and stars grow envious of our love and command the clouds to shower us in it's rain my delicate daffodil let's step through it's puddles and open our mouths up towards the sky to swallow every drop it sheds upon us my resilient daffodil let's show Cupid what it means to love

You sunbeam, keep me warm and burn my skin harm me with your familiarity then show me what it means to sin leave me on the side of the road desperate in hope that you'll let me in to your temple you goddess, you destroyer of everything good and all that is pure take me back to playing chess as a prepubescent kid, check mate, yessir yes take me back to a place where I learned to look both ways where nothing mattered except how my mac and cheese was shaped where I learned the hard way not to trade my Pokemon cards especially not the legendaries, yes would you please get me out of this place I'm chained up lock and key Just another overzealous visionary destined to get a real job and grow real prim take out a loan for a house, look over the fence, and wonder why I can't be him remove me from this static place that I am currently in somebody once told me that recalling old feelings doesn't mean you still feel them but lately I've been feeling lonely like there's not a hand that could hold me

This weather isn't good for me I'm cold and left alone to condone my identity and contemplate what makes you so lovely what makes me feel like I have to will myself not to kill myself even though I know you'll never love me I am guilty of the highest degree of hypocrisy, a living monstrosity attempting to flee the strongholds of mainstream conformity only to find out I grasped onto it's subcategories I wear my hear on my leg it pumps tattoo ink and impulsive decisions I constantly have to remind myself to do basic things like eat and brush my teeth and get over the idea of you ever coinciding with me or us living mutually or me being the Sun to your sky blue but goddamn if you knew what it was like for me at 2 in the AM with my cats and my house plants and my undying fear that we all are just house plants But like in a metaphorical sense though that like, you know, we're pretty on the outside but we do what we do to survive, and then we wither and we die

I recall sitting on your rooftop thinking this would never stop our passion and youth and the way that you never understood but would pretend you knew and I miss those endless nights that we would listen to those songs so carefully with our hearts so pure and my hand in yours you gave me hope in the falling leaves and I am never going to change, because I'm stuck in my ways and besides there's no room for more of the same I'll be okay ~~~ I am a raindrop on the wilting petal of an ebony rose in an ancient burial ground my lonesome hospitality takes me on an unprecedented journey through hollow emptiness I spend countless nights picking at yesterdays scars knowing damn well they won't heal until I let them be the only thing I am certain of is the darkness that saturates my room and the shards of past memories that impale my chest

If there is meaning to my existence, then I have yet to find it. I do not know how I came to be or how I am to cease being, but I have experienced all that is in between. I have lived in darkness until I have lived in light, and I have created hostility amongst humanity. I have created thrones of gold for men and I have created huts of Earth for others to die in. Some souls are mangled by unrequited devotion and some are to perceive the death of their beloved. And yet, through all of this, I have found no reason. I do not feel joy or sorrow, but loneliness. I cannot simply off myself like it is to be for them. I do not know what it is that has cursed me with my boundless abilities or why, but none of the limitless outlines in which I create have brought meaning to my existence. They do not understand how it is that I loathe them. Their mortality and illusory perception of time. Even those who doubt my existence are to conclude. In fact they find purpose in my existence, not knowing that their creation served as a purpose for mine, and yet I still feel as though I am a hollow nothingness of all that is. Man was not made in my image, but in my anguish. Let them kill and love and destroy and build and fuck until they need me to cleanse their dirty bodies of sin. Yes, it’s true that as long as you don’t choose, everything remains possible, but if I can one day create every scenario of good and evil, of indifference and helplessness, of torment and bliss… if i can one day do that, perhaps then I shall be unchained and allowed at last to live as one of them.

open field here i am everything here i am powerful open field here i am nothing here i am destructive and it's beautiful i walk to your house and look inside i am holding a razor blade you whisper that you love me and it's beautiful