fucking spambot scum fuck you

blackhearted. flatlined. give me reason to live
stood here at your window intoxicated, breathing it in
wheezing again. heavy breath, heavy sigh, heavier heart
send my regards to our love that died and kept us apart
slept under stars instead of duvets. went to sleep on a bed of leaves
evergreen as meadows, leas, and empty fields you’ve never seen
I’ve chequered dreams and a colourful past…
pull up a glass of liquid loneliness, drunk from a flask
nothing attached. social recluse, at home in my room
reliving moments I used to spend stonewalled on the sofa with you
over-influenced, over indulging over your budget
now we both know who’s the culprit. yet you owe me for nothing.
roam as a wandering star, cold as its dust is. total injustice
water carrier with a hole in his bucket and no one to plug it.
overflowing with substance, clear and pure as the seas and shores
we’ve been here before time and time again, but let’s keep ignoring
the reasons for it. see me falling but your instincts never to catch
live in a semi-detached feeling semi— nah, I’m better than that
lemme retract into my shell. turtle neck and decking shoes
destitute but resolute. an empty loser, nothing left for you
to then abuse. a settled bruise against your pallid skin
yellow hued and saccharine. I’m every wound you sat and picked
the reddened putrid scab you lifted. the pus you extracted
the blood from the damage. skin deep, disgusting in habit
bundled in bandages, wrap me in cotton wool and be done
most fully accomplished rusty trombone player under the sun
numb to your touch. out of your reach since 2003
now I can breathe. shallow breaths, deep waters count me to sleep
loud as can be. silence speaks volumes the more you increase it
warm up the region of your cold heart to thaw it from freezing
ice queen. nice seeing you around but it’s over
crown full of roses. heavy weighs the title bestowed down on your shoulders

I really appreciate this - I've read it twice. It all linked so well, from the line to line. Particularly the first part - flowed so beautifully and impeccably. For me, what you've identified here is unconsciousness, personified - the hidden Self. That's just my interpretation, according to my perception. I'd like to get your thoughts, though, on what this actually meant.

I just keystyle too much bro

Even I don’t know what it means

its art isn't it? Doesn't necessarily need a meaning. Open to interpretation.

Do you feel like you're a conduit, channelling inspiration from an unknown source?