I don't want to listen to old voicemails over and over, taking me back to the damage I did and the distance I drew, listening to you love me so much, until you couldn't. Reminding me of my sick satisfaction as I drove you away just to know I'd be fine without you. And you moved on, long forgot about me. It's a year later and your recorded voice cripples me with a crave for closure I'll never get. But, still I listen to that voicemail out of the same sick satisfaction I get from pushing limits before it becomes self-destruction.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
We’re not on roads here
There aren’t paved paths
We’re ambling around this solid sphere
in the middle of nothing
Deluded into a destiny
because we’re afraid of death
There’s no black and white
Perceive your own right from wrong
How dare any one flawed ******
Dictate how the rest get along
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
Anticipation
Drugs. Hallucinations
Helter-Skelter
Sticky Situations
What's this life I'm living?
What should I do with it?
Breathe. Blow smoke
Time's going
My blood's flowing
But I'm bored, waiting
This **** isn't even the slightest bit
Entertaining
But it takes me away
Pushes the pain to another day
Numb.
Anticipating
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC