Ruminate on all your misdeeds, shortcomings and why they all leave, you’re a miserable fucking cunt, an abhorrent and spiteful drunk, with a penchant for breaking pretty things. You can’t even look at yourself in the mirror, no drink strong enough in the world to help swallow that fear, that you’ve known the truth about … Continue reading Pretty Things.
It makes no sense, to feel the way that you do, you had everything you wanted, but you kept seeking something new. You did it to yourself, the blame lies only with you, you threw it all away and for what, to find something new? Look at yourself, take in all that you’ve done, destroyed … Continue reading Blame.
There seems to be a disconnect between my mind and my reality, Where I exist in two seperate places and both maintain a certain fragility, So easily am I tossed between two different plains of existence, Yet I continue onward with an irrational sense of confident insistence, Stuck in this pattern of self destruction and … Continue reading Insanity.
As of late I've found that I am attracted to the chaos that accompanies tragedy and uncertainty, moreso than the stability that follows order. I can no longer enjoy the mundane or monotonus slog of the every day. No longer seek the ordinary, or the feeling of just ok, no. Not any longer. I need … Continue reading The Fire.
Been up for a couple days straight now, sleep doesn't come easy anymore, and when it comes it's not good, memories and dreams become one, reality doesn't seem very real, the warm body in my bed doesn't cure the loneliness, the pills don't stop the noises, but the drink, the drink is still a friend, … Continue reading Sleep.
I called the doctor but I had to leave a Message When he called me back He said he can't help me I asked why He said there is only one cure For what I got And that cure is time I said Doc That's the one thing I don't got
How would you have me contend, With all of the company in my head, With a mind that's never clear, A soul void of anything but fear, Your words of encouragement all ring hollow, They won't help me reach tomorrow, Yet you preach them all the same, To hell with your God take his name … Continue reading Company.
The coldness that I now feel Is not the coldness that is now real The frost has settled on the ground But the pain inside is more profound Then any type of freeze that comes my way And so this winter I'll see no reprieve From the cold that's now inside of me.
You are my prison And you are my paradise One sip, one glass and I'm lost in your trance And I need you More than ever now You're the last friend I have left You bring the quiet And only you can dull the pain But you have taken everything from me In truth we're … Continue reading Trapped In The Bottle.
It's 3am I can't sleep Another night Plagued by dreams I'm tired of her showing up there Sick of writing about it Need her out of my head But as of late The only reprieve Is an intrusive thought Tying the knot Slipping it on Pulling taut Then the drop No good thoughts
I don't let people in There was only one before you She didn't like what she saw either And she left too It's hard to describe the pain When someone really sees you When they say that they love you But they can't stay and leave you I won't do that again But not out … Continue reading You.
I hop from bed to bed Telling my sad tale to any that will hear And they listen I don't know why But they do And I drink And they don't But they still listen And they keep letting me come back In truth I'm not much of a man More a boy I don't … Continue reading I Drink.
2 pills to numb the pain, 6 drinks to do the same, A few hours away, I escape into the maze, Where this feeling disappears, And nothing really matters, Where life is just a game, The mirror no longer shattered, I see the boy I was, Not the man that I've become, And for a … Continue reading Numb.
Nothing feels Good Anymore I've felt this way For years Bandaged that feeling For so long With Women With Booze With Pills & Cheap thrills But now My vices Are bland I still get up Still go on with my day But nothing feels good anymore I don't think I'm ok.
I long for the day where I take my last breath. Relief from this hole that inhabits my chest. Escape my fractured mind and embrace beautiful death. I long for the day where I take my last breath. But this life isn't done with me yet. I made a deal with the devil and I … Continue reading The Devil Inside.
My storm has finally come to claim it's prize. The rains picking up now. Pulled in every direction by the crazed winds that surround me. Thunder roars on in the distance. Inching closer every second until it feels as if it's origin is inside of me. Clawing it's way up my throat trying to escape. … Continue reading Goodbye.