Words cannot explain what a feel
Words cannot explain that my reality feels
SO ******* UNREAL
How can sorrow be so deep
How is it I don't just leap
How is it I cannot fly
And let the wind dry my tears before I splatter into bits
Of grime and brain and flesh and bones
Like scorching fields where battles roared
Like sorrow from the depth of hell
Which churns - yet mourns - for who I ain't
I ain't I ain't I ******* ain't
Like these words, no more than chords
Like air in wheightless majesty
I'm hollow, a mere shadow, in my 30s
In my 30s such despair
For who I am a corpse with air
And yet a cling to whothef*ck cares
A f*cking asterisk for the U that goes there
**** I say to all this sorrow
Still I know there comes tommorow
And tommorow will I wake?
I will despiste my corpse-filled air
I'll shower dress and go to work
I'll HePo even though I'm such a ****
For thinking that the f*ck you care
For words like chords at least the air
Will have some meaning, meanings! it.
No purpose nor the will to find
Some semblance of a life worth time
But it will pass this endless pit
Of sorrow and the stinking ****
It will, I know, it has before
And after all
These words
Like chords
Are just
Plain
Jokes
The jokes on me
Of this I see
And now the clown waves mightily
For who am I but words and chords and air and **** and **** all this!
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
Words cannot explain what a feel
Words cannot explain that my reality feels
SO ******* UNREAL
How can sorrow be so deep
How is it I don't just leap
How is it I cannot fly
And let the wind dry my tears before I splatter into bits
Of grime and brain and flesh and bones
Like scorching fields where battles roared
Like sorrow from the depth of hell
Which churns - yet mourns - for who I ain't
I ain't I ain't I ******* ain't
Like these words, no more than chords
Like air in wheightless majesty
I'm hollow, a mere shadow, in my 30s
In my 30s such despair
For who I am a corpse with air
And yet a cling to whothef*ck cares
A f*cking asterisk for the U that goes there
**** I say to all this sorrow
Still I know there comes tommorow
And tommorow will I wake?
I will despiste my corpse-filled air
I'll shower dress and go to work
I'll HePo even though I'm such a ****
For thinking that the f*ck you care
For words like chords at least the air
Will have some meaning, meanings! it.
No purpose nor the will to find
Some semblance of a life worth time
But it will pass this endless pit
Of sorrow and the stinking ****
It will, I know, it has before
And after all
These words
Like chords
Are just
Plain
Jokes
The jokes on me
Of this I see
And now the clown waves mightily
For who am I but words and chords and air and **** and **** all this!
