Penny For Your Thoughts

Little do they know
all those years to fly through...
age is like the space from here to venus
or the next heavenly light

I ask such inane things,
still immature for all my infinite wisdom

and always, my heart hurts

head full of paranoia and nothing to bring me
down

or up.

I fall sideways into this continuous abyss
and devour it as I do.
Nothing tastes so good as empty dreams
and heartfelt lies.

Did there ever exist anything?