If my mind could
stop only for a moment.
To catch its breath.
I don't think this
would be so hard.
Breathing in water has never looked so fun.
But I digress.
For I am just at a crossroads waiting to get my guitar tuned.
In the wrong place.
At the right time.
The wheel of misfortune has changed its course.
something you see.
Solely in a mirror's reflection.
I think it's how
you make me feel.
I really never wanted to be here.
In the first place
But its okay, when I'm with you.
Why waste my breathe.
When you can't listen to anybody else but yourself.
I'm not sorry for your lack of patience.
But I am sorry, you lost me.
Because when the roofs on fire
and my life is falling apart.
It's okay to be the fool.
Because he's walking off a cliff with a smile on his face.
So who's really living their best here?
I gazed into the abyss.
Only to see a demon,
staring back at me.
Of someone I was never meant to be.
In the first place.
But if only
for a moment of time.
You could take a walk inside my heart.
To gaze upon the feelings I've been conjuring up for you.
while I step out of my mind.
I'd like to be
any where but here.
Wasting away is just surrendering to the pendelums curse.
Sometimes you're swinging
forward and everything's like magic.
While other times,
you can feel your heart slowly stopping,
like a broken dream.
Crushed by the hammer we call reality.
Revelations that I am nothing more than the trash.
I never wanted to be.
I've fallen in rivers colder than you.
Under all the sorrow, there is a monster.
Much worse than me.
The ghost of you.
A shadow of the light you once were.
when you're drowning
at the bottom of a wishing well.
In the company of your most guarded thoughts.
Burried emotional, traumas.
A crown, I'd rather not claim as my own.
I'm just passing time until it's time to go home.
Shocking similarities of today, pull the trigger.
Flashbacks of my days spent here yesterday.
I'm lost in the wrong place at the wrong time.
If you were here and they were gone.
Guess I'm parasitic by nature, I'll find my way back to you.
Long after the maggots got the best of me.
I've seen what happens
after all of this.
Desolate, perpetual darkness.
With a sea of fog and nameless voices of people I used to be.
Directional guidelines for my final adventure.
Four minutes felt like fourty years.
And to be fair, I'm annoyed the nurses woke me up.
It was nice, speaking with you again.
Even if you told me to go back home.
To which I came.
Ironic though, you were my first home.
I'd rather not play;
my royal flush in
Pitty party poker.
Like a subordinate subboxin user.
Apparent cleanliness, washed out by legal addiction dysphoria.
It's easy to be king
of ttash mountain.
Just ask the president.
I've seen those on their third
Chastise those in the same shallow waters. They once called home.
Denial is one hell of a drug.
And it's legal.
I'd rather be in isolation station.
For, living is worse than dying.
In my eyes, I'm just looking for a shade of grey.
I hope you suffer,
wounds deeper than
emotional scars beneath the dermal layer.
You're truely not worth the air,
A zealot. Heretic turned holy.
An abomination hiding behind closet alcoholism.
I'd hate to be your liver.
Benadryl and chill.
Anti hystamine dreaming.
Pre meditated drug dealing.
Over inflateted egos.
Boys with Legos
Hussling at gas station.
Sending little paper parcels
to wide doe eyes.
Getting high is more fun, anyways.
I'd rather play pretend.
Sometimes you just feel so
zombie esque it hurts to breathe.
of a witch's
of a former ghost.
My personalities paid host.
Posessions, demonic in blood relations.
I'm lost, in my own sea.
Dead like the one before me.
Every now and again.
The therapist will
give you the wheel.
Driving down a highway
for the ****** martyrs
But whose really helping who?
Pleading incompetent to subdue the enemy.
Only for a moment.
Will I, endulge in this
With smiles stained of the ****.
I willingly eat to stay relevant
The sweetest escape.
For narcissists young and old.
Covered in paranoia. Leaking impulsivity.
Rocking the crown of thorns.
I don't know who wore it better.
within the darkness of me.
Soul ******* succubus.
Tu n'es pas ma mère.
Je vois, mon amour.
at the blind.
Only falls on deaf ears.
Like backwashed desires.
Yesterday gave me.
All lost memories of lucid dreams.
Now hungry nightmares.
Staring back at me.
With the same doe eyes.
That used to call, mine.
But our blood
Just the same.
It's not about the headless
Nor will it ever
And enjoy the thrill
of the ****.
The blessed expedition.
Hunting the Hunter.
Is a most wonderful feeling.
On the ones giving you
All these letters.
The mail carrier.
Is positive for swine.
Cause the news.
They keep dishing us.
Like the word.
This **** is rolled.
Put that in your straw
And snort it.
I really only think of you.
When I'm drunk.
choked out by strangers.
A working boys story:
Is like missing
razor blade kisses.
Parallel to my opaque veins.
A translucent transient.
Im serious about my crazy.
Don't play with demons ;
if you can't handle the Devil
what i am.
The lowkey Siren.
Lemme sing you a song.
While I place a curse on
And drag us all down.
I'm not one to **** with.
Under the borderline sun.
I'm a career psychopath.
Working from home.
Beneath the ground.
I once called home.
#personality #disorders #sirens
Aren't we all just knocking
on open doors
I'm not home right now.
Try again later.
Trust is like a personality.
You say, I trust everyone
I'm kind of split in judgement anyways.
But I can't keep up with who you're trying to be today.
The incredible guilt,
I have for telling you
Is the hardest cross,
I've ever had to bear.
slowly in silence.
Burning like the Matches
This course is speeding up my hour glass.
A little too fast for comfort.
Sick in the heart.
Perpetual darkness pulses through my bruised up veins.
Blood work seems to take forever.
Heathens cast the first stone and burn me at the stake.
Like the filthy witch I've become.
But in vain, I've been incinerating in silence.
Since you left me here with these vampires.
Hungry for the essence of my spirit.
Depression is, living in a sbowglobe.
Watching the world move around you.
While you're dealing with the guilt
of waking up disappointed for being alive.
Mania is just making up for lost time.
When you've been sick for so long.
That it feels more normal than anything.
A high functioning, hot mess.
As my mind runs in circles, on repeat.
Like a cursed pendulum.
Tomorrow's dissapointments are none of today's business.
Depression is living in a snow globe.
Trapped within the glass like a prisoner.
Staring at the world before you.
As you brace for the storm to hit.
Waiting for the light
to shine through.
The cracks of broken glass
I've become accustomed to living in.
I'm not really sure how to feel Anymore.
Like screaming help in a room full of deaf people. This is starting to feel hopeless.
I can feel the pressure
of 30,000 leagues
before I see you.
Crushing bones and spirit.
With omnipotent force.
The crucifixion of my heart.
At the hands of the Cinderella complex.
An empire in which I do not have a home.
Unwelcome and unwanted.
My Prince Charming,
is nothing more than a nice thought.
My visions of future nightmares;
staring the ones I hold closest
to my beating heart.
Leave me paralyzed with the fear.
Of tragedies, yet to happen.
Things people shouldn't know
but somehow I've managed,
to be thrown in the medium.
It's like someone or something,
is trying to show me uncharted territory.
Curiosity killed the cat.
But sometimes we've been chosen by
forces greater than ourselves to serve a higher purpose.
Before we can even think of coming home.
Ever since I was six, I've been having the jind of dreams that happen in real life.
Feeling worthless is a popular trend
these days, it's hard to tell.
Who is your friend
and who is your foe.
Trying to turn the other cheek
is proving to be one of the hardest things,
I've ever done.
But tell me,
oh wise one.
With all your
and hidden powers.
Are you genuine?
Or are you playing make believe?
One thing I'm sure of is;
you're rather convinced
that you know my soul.
Better than I do.
That my dear Mystic is debatable.
My faith in you
Like boiling water
disappearing into steam.
No, this isn't a dream.
The truth isn't always kind.
Kind of like you.
I could keep ignoring the facts.
Disregard, every red flag you
wave in front of my face.
Only to pretend things are alright
until I go off the edge.
But doesn't that seem obnoxious?
I'd rather be alone.
As I descend downward
I find myself collecting
omens like a *******
my eyes cannot see.
Doesn't mean they're any
less real than you or I.
Living in the dark.
The Sun's too sad to shine today.
And you, my Love, are equally as sad.
I felt your envious eyes,
whisper tales of my true rank in life.
Untouchable, the dirt you wouldn't
grace your spit with.
A well fabricated quilt of lies.
To smother my heart and hold it
captive in the fires.
Of pure narcissism and self hatred.
Long after you left me here.
May our souls both find their peace.
Respectfully and may our hearts as dark and broken as they may be.
Mend themselves in the warmth, love and truth of the Sun once more.
For every step I take,
I can feel my feet slipping
I'm at the end of my rope.
But my noose isn't even tied yet.
Living in a snow globe.
Watching life around me blossoming,
But when I try and reach out.
My hands hit the glass and stop me dead in my tracks.
From my over abundance
of feelings, I'd rather not have.
Being human, ***** man.
As wars wage within my heart.
I can feel my inner demons
playing my heart strings
like a harp.
A beautiful melody
of self destruction, hatred and fear.
Acoustics are great.
But I'm still waiting
for the choir of Angels
to sing songs
of love and peace.
that's a nice thought.
A moment of peace
in between the battles.
Of my heart and mind.
Is as common as a
four leaf clover.
A rare occasion.
A holiday for my heart.
To forget the war it's losing.
No matter how many miles separate us.
If you never speak to me again.
At least, I can take comfort in knowing
that when you've had your fill.
Faith lost, hope vanished from your heart
without a trace.
you'll look to the stars.
Only to see tens of thousands of them;
shinning brightly on the darkest nights.
Just for you.
And if this life is just meant to be a realm of torture.
A realm of apathy and discontent.
I find peace within my heart knowing
I'll be looking at the same sky, too.
Lost within the fear.
One too many times now.
I can feel my heart slowly,
breaking into a million shattered dreams.
In between irratic palpitations and bursts of nervous energy.
I think my soul is ascending to its purest form.
It's both terrifying and beautiful.
Almost like I'm dying and living simultaneously.
Channeling demons against my will.
My body, used.
Seen nothing more than a flesh ouija board.
In your game of self reassurance.
I'm not the conduit, you wanted me to be.
My eye's just as open as yours.
Stop telling me otherwise.
One day, I pray
I'll break free from these chains.
To run far away.
Fast, like the Devil's
And as his hand grasps my collar,
I'll fall back into your arms again.
If you were here
and they were gone.
My hearts bleeding there too.
Staring out at all that lies before me.
Trapped within a prison.
I look, to see your life blossoming like a beautiful rose.
I'd be living too.
If I wasn't freezing to death.
As the long forgotten Sun kisses my skin, with his warmth.
I can feel my heart shed a few tears.
In light, of the feelings I once had for you.
talking to you is like
No matter how loud
the waters will always drown out
To the ears that need to hear them.
I think I'm cracking under the pressure
And in the end
are we nothing more than the
dreams we never lived.
The souls we never let free.
Sedated, we spend our lives numb.
Hibernating with in a cold, empty shell.
One that's constantly getting smaller.
While we seem to always be getting bigger.
Looking for an escape.
Testing the waters, to see if we can really walk the line.
Or if we're just another fabled tragedy of the heart.
But still, in the silence, I know I'm not alone.
See the beauty within your core.
Speak nothing but the truth.
Listen, only to the same.
And feel nothing but the warmth of love unseen.
Hallucinations of a dream, waiting to be lived.
Searching for your soul but I feel it's no longer here.
As I look into those empty, lonely eyes.
A part of me is dying to be with the person you once were.
They say, it's hard to love someone who doesn't love you.
But sometimes you've got to tango with the demons, to make it through the calendar.
If you really knew me. #hearts #secrets
It scares me, how much I'm like you. Generational demons unlocked their curses and waged a war against our souls. Like being caught under a frozen pond. Trying to break free of the oppression. Trying to breathe, while your breath of life became a long dramatic sigh. Like the sand on an hour glass slowly fading into past tense. I used to love you. I used to walk down one way streets too.
I shed egos
like a snake sheds its skin.
Forever running from the broken whimpers of last nights wishes.
I will always be that lonely spirit.
You never wanted haunting your life.