For four hours I thought of nothing but the love we made and the food we ate Empty inside But not just hungry I'm terrified of starving I'm petrified of love It takes more thought to conjure these words than any poem ever could.
I keep telling myself all of this will make me stronger. But every day crawls by and ends with me standing in the same place. Dizzy watching the trains rush by, waiting for things to be alright, because this chaos should give up, eventually right?
I'll wake up Mundy morning dead tired from restless dreams about the forbidden sound of fish on ice, a harmonica full of ants, cat paws that fall in the night, the breathing of waterfalls, the depth of mountain roots and falling soot from the fires of Viking pyres.
A Razor blade Slowly fade It fades to a memory With so much sensory It used to clear the view Not just a few A lot So I could go to a spot A spot of peace But it would just be a lease It was good as long the blood flow Or my skin glow From all the cuts I know it is nuts But it is so much more And it makes my heart sore That it is not in my possession And it needs more therapy sessions The bond is so strong It's like it is playing a song From a better life Where I strive Where there is no harm And a lot of charm It represents my goal And it carries my soul I just need it back Please bring it to me in Santa's sack.
I'm in fear Please help me dear Constant fear And I don't have my gear I have paranoia Feel like I'm about to fall of a sequoia These feelings are over powering It is so devouring I fight for my life And this time not with a knife I do it the right way So they say But I keep falling back I feel like a wreck