A cacophony of wasted space in a mind too full to see
boring holes to breathe or vent
or pray that there is no light to be let in
Was never done dying before yesterday moved
tomorrow is last year a lifetime ago
today, erased by was and will
Tears can't dry in incessant floods
bleeding acid that feeds unhealing wounds
in a mix of steroids and parasites
Faced with all that perception ever was
altered reality in crushed emotion
scraping the dregs of feeling to find a place to sleep
Jagged shards of memories offer the most comfort
as they slice what attempted to heal
killing me slowly anew with each passing moment
Moments torn in a million pieces of equal pain
encased in cemented ideals and rosy falsehoods
yesterday is the only reality left
Outside a clenched fist holding onto nothing
blood crusts in black paint
open or closed, there's nothing left to see
Longing to bleed out through the ****** of dreams
left to die in a place that packs holes with dirt
enough to exist in an invisible life
Killing the long ago before it finishes what it started
seems its own nightmare of weakness
will it alive or will it dead, just will something and make it so
A lifetime of dying in a half-life of truth
gray eats black as anguish feeds on beauty
nothing remains in untouched memories
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
A cacophony of wasted space in a mind too full to see
boring holes to breathe or vent
or pray that there is no light to be let in
Was never done dying before yesterday moved
tomorrow is last year a lifetime ago
today, erased by was and will
Tears can't dry in incessant floods
bleeding acid that feeds unhealing wounds
in a mix of steroids and parasites
Faced with all that perception ever was
altered reality in crushed emotion
scraping the dregs of feeling to find a place to sleep
Jagged shards of memories offer the most comfort
as they slice what attempted to heal
killing me slowly anew with each passing moment
Moments torn in a million pieces of equal pain
encased in cemented ideals and rosy falsehoods
yesterday is the only reality left
Outside a clenched fist holding onto nothing
blood crusts in black paint
open or closed, there's nothing left to see
Longing to bleed out through the ****** of dreams
left to die in a place that packs holes with dirt
enough to exist in an invisible life
Killing the long ago before it finishes what it started
seems its own nightmare of weakness
will it alive or will it dead, just will something and make it so
A lifetime of dying in a half-life of truth
gray eats black as anguish feeds on beauty
nothing remains in untouched memories
