the same from beepep by ben collins

Sometimes it's scary just how much rage I feel
It will smell and consume and leave the dank
stink of rot and a sticky black tar.
I am not myself, but I still hurt and..

only red magic will recognise that this [real thing?]
State is not permanent, It is not carved into concrete
(But it is there/ for everyone to see/, all the same.)

My hurt is writ in sand and
Smashed into the cliff face
Until one day, another man topples
Up, up, over the edge.(edge edgeedge)
We have the same forest floor lattices and
A hitch, a stuttering speech that sounded
Oh-so much better before we opened our mouths or our hearts


not the same, and for that I am glad.
this State is not permanent, It is not carved into concrete
(But it is there/ for everyone to see/, all the same.)

I wouldn't wish this on even my ex-loved
life-ruining wastes of breath, did not deserve
the isolating idolising I forced upon him.
He is bad, but he does not deserve any more than that
which he experienced. (experieeeeeennnced)
I will pull up a shroud of golden-pink
let him back his limbs
his own journey

• Alternative
• acoustic emo
• dream pop
• idk what im doing but im sad
• lo-fi
• Northampton