Jun 2018
I wear these rose tinted shades to hide the despondent futility of humanity behind these cold and blackened eyes.
The shirt and socks and shoes and noose I dress myself, they reflect the lies I tell to get me through this day.
The wax in my hair and the razor blade I trim away the every thought and need to pursue my goal of happiness and greed.
There’s a sickness in my mind, I can taste it in my mouth. I sweat it out of every pore and every tear I shed and every blasted second that I bleed.
This makeup, this facade, the tattoos that I ink myself each and every day, they’re nothing but a brave face.
The forced smile I wear each morning, in the mirror it mocks me and puts me in my place.
The coffee on a drip when the ***** runs out, it barely keeps me alive, hardly helps me keep the pace in this godforsaken rat race.
The ******* clock, I hear it laughing, and with each passing second I feel a little more dead inside. This life of mine will vanish, vanish without a trace.
For all the beauty in the world, I rarely find the one. The one sweet moment where I can be myself.
A pound of flesh is quickly spent and lost, unremembered, gone.
Immemorial my time on Earth and tenuous my grasp on life.
Each and and every day I wake behind these cold, bruised and bloodshot eyes.
I wear these dark glasses to block out the sun, to hang that veil between me and everyone.
I wear these headphones to **** the sound of everyone around.
I wear this armour to stay alive, to keep my peace of my in check.
There is no other way to keep myself from being me and doing what I always do best
A living train wreck.
I pretend that I am better, smarter, quicker, faster.
And from time to time they believe my bluster.
But I’ve not quite yet convinced myself
That I am all I appear to be.
The mirror in the morning, right after the alarm.
The seconds before I’m quite awake.
The disguise I wear, put on, that let me know I’m fake.
I wear those rose tinted shades, I force myself to laugh.
To hide the ragged futility that sums up my life.
There’s a sickness in my life, a toxic radiation.
A fallout at my nuclear core.
A despairing aftermath.
The shirt and socks and shoes and noose I dress myself, they reflect the lies I tell to get me through this day.
The wax in my hair and the razor blade I trim away the every thought and need to pursue my goal of happiness and greed.
There’s a sickness in my mind, I can taste it in my mouth. I sweat it out of every pore and every tear I shed and every blasted second that I bleed.
This makeup, this facade, the tattoos that I ink myself each and every day, they’re nothing but a brave face.
The forced smile I wear each morning, in the mirror it mocks me and puts me in my place.
The coffee on a drip when the ***** runs out, it barely keeps me alive, hardly helps me keep the pace in this godforsaken rat race.
The ******* clock, I hear it laughing, and with each passing second I feel a little more dead inside. This life of mine will vanish, vanish without a trace.
For all the beauty in the world, I rarely find the one. The one sweet moment where I can be myself.
A pound of flesh is quickly spent and lost, unremembered, gone.
Immemorial my time on Earth and tenuous my grasp on life.
Each and and every day I wake behind these cold, bruised and bloodshot eyes.
I wear these dark glasses to block out the sun, to hang that veil between me and everyone.
I wear these headphones to **** the sound of everyone around.
I wear this armour to stay alive, to keep my peace of my in check.
There is no other way to keep myself from being me and doing what I always do best
A living train wreck.
I pretend that I am better, smarter, quicker, faster.
And from time to time they believe my bluster.
But I’ve not quite yet convinced myself
That I am all I appear to be.
The mirror in the morning, right after the alarm.
The seconds before I’m quite awake.
The disguise I wear, put on, that let me know I’m fake.
I wear those rose tinted shades, I force myself to laugh.
To hide the ragged futility that sums up my life.
There’s a sickness in my life, a toxic radiation.
A fallout at my nuclear core.
A despairing aftermath.
