Tranquiliser.
Silence welcomes me as I knew it would
it puts a cloak around my ears to blot out the hubbub of life outside,where the noise deludes me into thinking that it's okay to shout,riding crosstown and down on my luck,plucking thin air and,oh what the fuck,I'm depressed,stressed beyond the break point,heading to some high spot and wondering what's wrong with me,when suicide seems viable,I'm liable to end the sounds and that anger which I feel leads me to enter realms unreal but real enough to ***** this flame in me outwards to the furnaces of futility,and all I see is crimson red,what the hell is in my head?
In the silence where I'm bound and gagged,dragged kicking,I am patiently picking a place up high and the dive I take will break,break, point and match,catching the crossrail and heading out there beyond the pale,telling this tale relieves me for a time,but it is the time to dine on the afterwards,after the party is done and now that the right time has come,it is with regret I let myself go,flow off the high spot and fly,ask me why and I don't know but I go anyway,the die is cast,the deal is set and yet will hope find a way,will it batter the doors down of silence within,without which I am back in the sound?
As I hit the ground the silence relives, in flashing moments it gives me an insight and then in the other silence of the dead of night,
I realise I wasn't right at all.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
Tranquiliser.
Silence welcomes me as I knew it would
it puts a cloak around my ears to blot out the hubbub of life outside,where the noise deludes me into thinking that it's okay to shout,riding crosstown and down on my luck,plucking thin air and,oh what the fuck,I'm depressed,stressed beyond the break point,heading to some high spot and wondering what's wrong with me,when suicide seems viable,I'm liable to end the sounds and that anger which I feel leads me to enter realms unreal but real enough to ***** this flame in me outwards to the furnaces of futility,and all I see is crimson red,what the hell is in my head?
In the silence where I'm bound and gagged,dragged kicking,I am patiently picking a place up high and the dive I take will break,break, point and match,catching the crossrail and heading out there beyond the pale,telling this tale relieves me for a time,but it is the time to dine on the afterwards,after the party is done and now that the right time has come,it is with regret I let myself go,flow off the high spot and fly,ask me why and I don't know but I go anyway,the die is cast,the deal is set and yet will hope find a way,will it batter the doors down of silence within,without which I am back in the sound?
As I hit the ground the silence relives, in flashing moments it gives me an insight and then in the other silence of the dead of night,
I realise I wasn't right at all.
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