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