Like mourning bells ringing,
I woke to hear trumpets playing taps,
Next to a funeral casket.
I observed quietly,
With some foreign melodies filling the void between my temples.
Showing disregard out of mere respect,
Really.
Not for myself,
Certainly.
For I was as dead as the corpse I was grieving.
Falling into my fog again, screaming the names of ex-lovers
Over and over and over.
Needing infatuation
On uneven planes of judgment,
As if I were seeking insight from an invalid.
But there was a time when I lacked even more
Than at that loathsomely lonesome moment.
And it went slithering on inside of the void
Like some ******* disease that was ripping the holy living **** out of my heart.
Seeing the casket lower
Under a cascade of flowers,
My temples went silent,
The melodies burned away like thousands of distant cinders,
And their voices occupied the void, as if my mind was their soapbox.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
Like mourning bells ringing,
I woke to hear trumpets playing taps,
Next to a funeral casket.
I observed quietly,
With some foreign melodies filling the void between my temples.
Showing disregard out of mere respect,
Really.
Not for myself,
Certainly.
For I was as dead as the corpse I was grieving.
Falling into my fog again, screaming the names of ex-lovers
Over and over and over.
Needing infatuation
On uneven planes of judgment,
As if I were seeking insight from an invalid.
But there was a time when I lacked even more
Than at that loathsomely lonesome moment.
And it went slithering on inside of the void
Like some ******* disease that was ripping the holy living **** out of my heart.
Seeing the casket lower
Under a cascade of flowers,
My temples went silent,
The melodies burned away like thousands of distant cinders,
And their voices occupied the void, as if my mind was their soapbox.
