Here we are again, lights off on your bed
And I'm convinced there's nothing more
meaningless than words strung together
They don't make any sense
Here we are again with your hands around my neck
And I'm content to let you go feelingless
like words strung together
They don't make any sense
But there's a difference between loving something useless and letting its
uselessness be what you love
It's dark in these rooms, but between me and you
I'd rather never leave any one
Because even though I cannot see, I've never felt more at home
Than when I cannot breathe
And when I am not shown
the things that can make me bleed, I'd rather
Cut up my throne
I'd rather be all alone
Here we are again, killing with a deadly pen
And I'm offended you thought I'd be reading this
Your words are strung together
They don't make any sense
Here you are my friend, a free man's head
But I confess, it's not the bearer of solace
His head is strung together
He does not make sense
~
Here we are again, we seem to start at the end
And I must digress, the blood on the wall is not red
The words are strung together
They don't make any sense
So once more my friend, I really do regret
But I won't forget the fateful story that begins in bed
The words are strung together
They will never make sense
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
you think you have all the time in the world, and that is your biggest mistake. you can't rely on something that doesn't exist.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
This right here, this exact situation is the reason I keep my hopes down low. Why I practically walk over them, keep them dragging under my heels. I didn't want to end up like this. If you don't expect anything, you are contented with what you knew was inevitably going to happen. You can go about it in an I-told-you-so pessimistic manner.
But when you have even a slight hope of improvement, the reality drags you lower than where your hopes should've been. It's the lesson they give.
Now, things are complicated with too many loose ends. Too many people. People are loose ends. Too many appearances to unwillingly keep up.
Things would be so much simpler if there was no one. I would spend my days blissfully alone, maybe even get done what I need to.
But now there are bridges that would be burned if I let loose the hermit inside me.
Lousy excuses for bridges, more like strewn pieces of driftwood in a creek, but passage nonetheless.
And however feeble they may be, they're still there, and destruction always leaves an aftertaste.
A smell of ashes in the air clogging your lungs when you come near.
Not to mention the other bridges that whisper about the fallen and create gated barriers of words.
Soon enough you're not in blissful solitude, but rather isolated speculation. You don't go unnoticed, but rather alone under watch.
Well, consider my lesson learned. Never make ties out of hope. Both with be weak and unfashionable. A fallacy at the very least. And you?
You'll end up being water under the bridge.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
I won't be the one to disappoint you
anymore
~Kaiser Chiefs
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
If our love was a gas tank, we'd be running on E.
Our love is a gas tank, you light your cigarette, and it explodes.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
My heart is afire
I can't breathe
But I don't want to
Because it's so good it must be a hallucination
And I want it to keep going forever
Even it makes me crazy
'Cause that's what it is
It's fuckin' crazy I tell ya
Love is an alignment of two beings who share the same level of insanity
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
The days are so contrasting
Yesterday I was broke and under hell
Crying the sadness out of me in salty waves
Today I am placid with soft music in the background
There's so much emotional whiplash
I don't think my head can take much more of this constant motion
Take me off this ride
I need to fix myself inside
Find the source of my discomfort
Because if I know anything its that
Something ain't right
Depressive nature
But something in me is fighting
The will to stay alive
It's me against my mind
I'm not you're not alone
No we have allies
We have allies
We have allies
I don't know if I can stomach what you're about to do
I hope I can get through
But there's still a part that doesn't want to
Clashing bodies in a perpetual war
The war cries are so loud
I drown them out play lists and Blink 182
The tumult cacophonous
Discord with every note
I oughta tell someone about this life
But out my mouth comes only lies
But I bet I couldn't even if I tried
No no couldn't even if tried
Where the **** are my allies?
I had allies
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
I'm suffocating
I'm frantically searching for something to give me air
To save me
But nothing works.
I look around me and I see people going about their business
As if they're not aware they're all underwater.
How is it they're breathing?
Are their lungs not filled, are their throats not burning on fire?
Where do they find time to smile?
Why aren't they struggling against the depths to reach the surface
Where solace may or may not lie
I scream at them, and the bubbles cloud my face
I'm flailing my arms about for their attention
But no one turns their head
They just keep walking underwater
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
She screams in all lower case
In an indifferent monotonous voice
Like life has drained all that was once good from her
And it all went down the drain in a crimson swirl
Something inside has died
Like her soul's numbered days are up and her heart hasn't got with the program yet
It still strives on in strenuous trudges
Her are lungs caked in blackened purpose from inhaling death 20,000 times a day
And taking a perpetually tired drag on the night
Her eyes reflect the moon in the daytime as they pierce through the implemented reality.
The true reality is parasitic and will eat away at you and infect your mind
Only those with the eyes of the moon can see through the masking light
Beware of them, for they have lives encased in shadows.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
It wasn't the fear of failure that sent me plunging into the pool of electric currents, it was act of failing.
I go into everything with a **** it" attitude, with low expectations so I'm never disappointed,
But when things start spiraling down my immediate thought is to abandon ship.
If there's a chance I'm going to hit rock bottom, I want to get there on my own terms, before anything has a chance to drag me down.
Failed a class? Might as well drop out
Had some ice cream while on a diet? Might as well eat the whole tub
About to get pushed onto thin ice? Might as well start jumping til it cracks
If something is going to go, I need it to either go all wrong or all wrong
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC