i'm fine
those words tumble out
of my mouth over and over
again like a record
spinning out of control
down in to a sanctum of
uncontrollable loneliness
i cant make head or tails
up or down
just tumbling down this
hill with no end
my stomach aches
with a diet of straight nicotine
odd scribble of sad poems
cluster the pages then torn and
tossed to oblivion
burned away is my care
(not the fun kind of care
free from the movies)
more the depressing kind
that just makes all the others sad
we move in circles
passing by what
once used to be part of it all
but now what? now where?
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
i'm fine
those words tumble out
of my mouth over and over
again like a record
spinning out of control
down in to a sanctum of
uncontrollable loneliness
i cant make head or tails
up or down
just tumbling down this
hill with no end
my stomach aches
with a diet of straight nicotine
odd scribble of sad poems
cluster the pages then torn and
tossed to oblivion
burned away is my care
(not the fun kind of care
free from the movies)
more the depressing kind
that just makes all the others sad
we move in circles
passing by what
once used to be part of it all
but now what? now where?
