My Mind Has Found Its Sense

My mind has found its sense

Step outside your charcoal eyes and fall for lust

For the only torture of this life is the slow burn of time

Would they still call it disease

If they saw what you’ve learned?

Stop to see the thermions

Flying right out of your baking body

Watching the hot flares disgorge from your tingling skin

Would they still call it pain

If they knew how alive I am?

This is a real light, not new pain

Danger and impact are but ideas

So let your conscience fail

Do you understand now?

I hate being manic and nobody is matching my energy.

Like I wanna play and have fun and everyone just wants to sit around grumpy.

did marina know she was making an absolute anthem for mentally ill teens having breakdowns in their bedrooms at 12 am when she wrote teen idle? bc she did that

do you ever just want a pair of wings to sprout from your back so badly? like it would just feel so right at this moment, why isn’t it happening?