The darkness...
It used to be a place that i could hide
A comfort pit.
But now it has pierced the full howl
Of the undertow of the falling world.
I feel the wash up rising above my chin
To take me under.
I tell myself if i hold steady
It will be worth it,
I will be great if i just hold composure
But that's just not true
The younger are passing me now
They know not to make the same mistakes as me
They look down at me with passivity, passing
The Weeknd is singing, cooing from my phone
You're only looking for attention...
I am smoking a cigarette bummed from my brother, it feels surprisingly
Worryingly good after a few days
Of not smoking
At that moment, thinking i have pierced the safe darkness and gone fully crazy, not stable when im sober
Deep into the wine
That the fox let out a curdling scream and it agrees horridly with my curdled soul
I fear mediocrity
I have lost the game of life
I am 23, and
It is too late.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
The darkness...
It used to be a place that i could hide
A comfort pit.
But now it has pierced the full howl
Of the undertow of the falling world.
I feel the wash up rising above my chin
To take me under.
I tell myself if i hold steady
It will be worth it,
I will be great if i just hold composure
But that's just not true
The younger are passing me now
They know not to make the same mistakes as me
They look down at me with passivity, passing
The Weeknd is singing, cooing from my phone
You're only looking for attention...
I am smoking a cigarette bummed from my brother, it feels surprisingly
Worryingly good after a few days
Of not smoking
At that moment, thinking i have pierced the safe darkness and gone fully crazy, not stable when im sober
Deep into the wine
That the fox let out a curdling scream and it agrees horridly with my curdled soul
I fear mediocrity
I have lost the game of life
I am 23, and
It is too late.
Help.