All is alone now
With the graveyards full
And the boxes of tools
Rusted and made for fools
Hastiness of the word
Pushes the mind
To create nothing
But scribble and dribble
When was there a time
In time
When death was not
Knocking at the door
And when I lay up
And let myself
Hear nothing
Never wanting
To be nothing
Admiring that dreams
Are just the steam
To take you to a place
Where you already are
Failing where love
Was supposed to be
Seeing that maybe
I was truly wrong all along
Is this doubt?
Or just
Childish
Uncertainty?
But when she presses
Her lips to mine
I know that the sweet
Taste of wine
Is not a dream but
Was just meant to be
Now I lay in the arms
Of a mind not my own
Battling towards a victory
That seems most days
Like a never ending trap
Sweet sleep
True defeat
A ****** need
One that acts
Like its own disease
But feel the naked breeze
Like a queens silken crease
All these ****** needs
Is making me think
I'm more selfish then I believe
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 5:40 PM UTC
All is alone now
With the graveyards full
And the boxes of tools
Rusted and made for fools
Hastiness of the word
Pushes the mind
To create nothing
But scribble and dribble
When was there a time
In time
When death was not
Knocking at the door
And when I lay up
And let myself
Hear nothing
Never wanting
To be nothing
Admiring that dreams
Are just the steam
To take you to a place
Where you already are
Failing where love
Was supposed to be
Seeing that maybe
I was truly wrong all along
Is this doubt?
Or just
Childish
Uncertainty?
But when she presses
Her lips to mine
I know that the sweet
Taste of wine
Is not a dream but
Was just meant to be
Now I lay in the arms
Of a mind not my own
Battling towards a victory
That seems most days
Like a never ending trap
Sweet sleep
True defeat
A ****** need
One that acts
Like its own disease
But feel the naked breeze
Like a queens silken crease
All these ****** needs
Is making me think
I'm more selfish then I believe