Why does it take, reaching the bottom of a bottle, or a line off the table, to feel anything, anything at all; why am I hellbent on destruction of everything good, I come across; what is my obsession with the fall; where did it go wrong, when did I veer off the beaten path; when … Continue reading Floor.
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.
The sun rises and the sun sets, days blend together, the distance between us grows greater but I still can't forget, what it felt like to hold you in my arms, it was a drug unlike any other, one dose could stave off the hurt, i'm still coming down from you, withdrawal has left me … Continue reading Withdrawal.
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.
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