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Patrick McCombs Mar 2012
The whole place smelled like a **** hospital; sterile and white
And then I broke out of there in the middle of the night
And I felt utterly free
I didn't know what it meant to be me
But I was about to find out
I cast aside the shackles of self doubt
And I shall attack the world like a starving dog to a slab of meat
I jumped and I manage to land on my feet.
Patrick McCombs Mar 2012
the feeling of dread was creeping
we were only sleeping
here on the soft green grass
god i hope it will pass
and man were singing that same old song
and i hope that we can get some people to sing along
and that we don't get caught up in the form
that we differ from the norm
i'm spurting out whatever comes out to mind
and your responding in kind
that insane babble that make up our conversations
it has no reservations
it makes my day
in more ways then i can ever say
a break from normality
a rapid change in my mentality
might as well enjoy it here
as were spinning on a little blue sphere
Patrick McCombs Mar 2012
You toss your coat on the floor
The heat is escaping rapidly
You slam shut the door
You look over at me
I'm sitting in the armchair
You're smiling a feline smile
It's too much to bear
We havn't done this in a while
You pull out a deck of cards from your pocket
You deal out a hand
Your eye whirls in its socket
You know something that I will never understand
My hand is total ****
You lay down four aces
A leap back a bit
You start making faces
I pull out my phone
I call up that little pizza place
Tonight we're eating out at home
Theres that smile on your face
And we continue playing way into the night
Patrick McCombs Mar 2012
I haven't heard another voice in three whole days
I soak in the suns rays
Driving with all the windows down
Trees look like blurs of green and brown
I'm taking back roads that people have forgotten
On the trees the fruit grows rotten
It's just me and the warm radio static
Talking to myself has become almost automatic
I get this feeling, one that I can't explain
I stop the car on the corner of Old Sandwich Road and Norway Lane
I get out of the car, my feet uncertain as they hit the ground
I don't hear a single human sound
Only the wind dancing on the leaves
And the sun touching everything it perceives
The birds talking in the slow summer air
A song leaves my lips like a signal flare
It was wordless song
It felt like it would belong
In the endless choir of the trees
My hair is ruffled by the breeze
As if the forest was patting me on the head
I get back in the car and drive the endless road ahead
Patrick McCombs Mar 2012
I'm digging your geometry
All of your beautiful asymmetry
Measuring out all of your curves
You are more then I deserve
Obtuse, acute and right
You are stunning tonight
Your perpetually moving lines
In the moonlight; you shine
Your an ever changing equation
I wish to find your every unknown variable
Patrick McCombs Feb 2012
Fading clarity
Gaping iregularity
Rapid decomposition
A crumbling postion
Fear and anger fuel the fires
As they unravel the knot of desires
A purely toxic entanglement
The wounds were allowed to ferment.
Now we are slowly dying
Of this there is no denying
Patrick McCombs Feb 2012
Oh this feeling of utter alienation
This endless road trip without a destination
Trapped inside this metal monstrosity of a car
I feel like we haven't made it very far
Constantly around the same round about
Enshrouded in fog made of doubt
I'm endlessly confined
Within the labyrinth of my mind
Shifting corridors, dark spaces
Constant bombardment of familiar faces
I gaze out the tinted windows
And try and figure what no one knows
To try and bypass the security of my brain
To do so and remain sane
To see what cannot be seen
To tap into the source of inspiration
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