I stare up at the ceiling, cracked
for I am not myself
surrounded by broken promises, pity
and empty wealth
the perverse constants throughout
my narcissistic days,
I awake every morning
to an alcoholic drug fuelled haze
sleep deprivation my volatile Jesus
licking my wounds, ignorant to my prayers,
I express my shattered soul to millions, only
for it to fall on ignorant ears that don't care
[YEAH! YEAH! YEAH?]
stitched up eyes, stitched up pride
sensibility running away to forever hide
capitalising on pain, that contagious emotion
an obsessive by-product of loves caustic devotion
f-falling for all the pretty ones
injecting sultry thoughts in my sick brain //-/-
f-falling for all the pretty ones
dragging me through acidic pools of disdain //-
LO' BEHOLD ANOTHER HUMANITARIAN CRISIS!
Most personally known as COMPULSIVELOVER-ITIS!
It sticks like spit, kills my sleep
something I don't want but really need to keep
and the desperation will make you a million
but also burn you inside out -
stuck in this loop of blackening silence
it's a revolution of the broken heart so let's scream, let's SHOUT!!!
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
I stare up at the ceiling, cracked
for I am not myself
surrounded by broken promises, pity
and empty wealth
the perverse constants throughout
my narcissistic days,
I awake every morning
to an alcoholic drug fuelled haze
sleep deprivation my volatile Jesus
licking my wounds, ignorant to my prayers,
I express my shattered soul to millions, only
for it to fall on ignorant ears that don't care
[YEAH! YEAH! YEAH?]
stitched up eyes, stitched up pride
sensibility running away to forever hide
capitalising on pain, that contagious emotion
an obsessive by-product of loves caustic devotion
f-falling for all the pretty ones
injecting sultry thoughts in my sick brain //-/-
f-falling for all the pretty ones
dragging me through acidic pools of disdain //-
LO' BEHOLD ANOTHER HUMANITARIAN CRISIS!
Most personally known as COMPULSIVELOVER-ITIS!
It sticks like spit, kills my sleep
something I don't want but really need to keep
and the desperation will make you a million
but also burn you inside out -
stuck in this loop of blackening silence
it's a revolution of the broken heart so let's scream, let's SHOUT!!!
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