I thought I was perfect
In a place I wanted to be in
Practiced smiles and eye-flares
Abandoned, left to bathroom mirrors
A funny night, a funny funny
A taste of what's to come
I learn, my mail
Has no chinks, no tinitus stretches thee
I'm different
So it amused,
To still try what seemed like ages
Between liquores and a job that was not mine
Understanding is in vanity, and I am long dead.
I've written long on triumph
And I thought of you today
Rolling out there, between voices and phone calls
Do I think of you?
Let's see, let's know
For your idea is my friend
And I'm wasting away in the hunt
But at least I see something
At least I am God
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
I thought I was perfect
In a place I wanted to be in
Practiced smiles and eye-flares
Abandoned, left to bathroom mirrors
A funny night, a funny funny
A taste of what's to come
I learn, my mail
Has no chinks, no tinitus stretches thee
I'm different
So it amused,
To still try what seemed like ages
Between liquores and a job that was not mine
Understanding is in vanity, and I am long dead.
I've written long on triumph
And I thought of you today
Rolling out there, between voices and phone calls
Do I think of you?
Let's see, let's know
For your idea is my friend
And I'm wasting away in the hunt
But at least I see something
At least I am God
Not actually a religious poem, I just like to let my brain take loose control
