omit your conscience
it is what has been causing you to think clearly
you would rather everything inside of you
was muddled, confused

mindlessly stare into the night sky
the stars begin to shudder with every beat
of your heart
no one loves you
and if they ever said that they did
they were lying

on the ground you see the ghosts
of all the insects
you have stepped on in your entire life
and most of them have the faces of your friends

the music playing next door
is too loud
otherwise the planets would be following you