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AK93 Mar 2018
I woke up this morning and got myself a beer
Turned on the tv to see a woman in heels selling fear
A pair of jokers are lying on the floor and i forgot to lock the door
I wonder if they'll find us before we head out to sail the shore
And i wonder if they'll save me from this place before im lost to the insane
I cant feel the skin that holds the bones that make up my frame
I can only feel the pain, guilt, and shame of never knowing peace again
AK93 Mar 2018
I cant stop going back to all the things that i know wont work
I forsake the lessons ive learned in the hopes that things will be different this time
But it's always the same
Drunk or high
It won't help me remember how to fly
Ive forgotten how to use my wings
And how to use my voice to sing
The melodies that used to pick me up and dance in my head have found their way to playing on the brighter stages with new friends
Its all been lost to the passage of time and if this is all that ive got left i see no reason not to die
Empty chrouses and a cacophony of silent applauses
Vacant seats and dead vibrations in the air
There will be no break for intermission
This show goes on hold for no one
With a decaying babckbeat for none to hear
And a drowning melody that will flood your ears
You will soon learn that theres no method to the madness
Its just a pouring out of all the things that make up sadness
AK93 Mar 2018
I crave clarity, a mind refined
My thoughts are like static
White noise drifting through my attic
Give my head a shake, see my ideas swirl like snow in a globe
AK93 Mar 2018
Aspiring broken
Corruptible dream
Eternal facile gripes
Hell in July
Keeping loose memories
Never organized plans
Queen reaps soul
Truth under veil
Willfully xeno
Yahweh's zeal
AK93 Mar 2018
I don't know where I am, but I know the steps I took to reach this plane, a few wrong turns and a leap of lacking faith
AK93 Mar 2018
Back door
Waiting for
The one I'm sure
Won't be the cure
All these doubts
I want to deny
But here I am
Wanting to cry
I'm to weak
To ever be
Anything like
Her kind of guy
AK93 Mar 2018
Reaching out
To touch the sound
Then suddenly
It seems to break
And I find myself
In a silent place
I take a breath
And feel the doubt
The only sounds
That im allowed
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