Sick with second guessing
The bitterness is back
Beyond any classification
I'm exhausted of it all
Long past petty five steps
I've sat outside long enough in the cold
To know it doesn't get any warmer
Nostalgia's rough grasp
Clasped about my neck
I feel more and more
With every forced breath
And the more I feel the less I know
It all leads to the inexplicable
The redundant and
The impossible to reconcile
Loneliness infatuated
With this idea of the unknown
Through some lust manifests
Into a dire fear of being alone
And that fear carries forward
Incessant debasement
And all the best advice I've ever heard
Is now drowned out by the rainfall
Dripping drops of memories
Seep into wounds still being licked
With a wincing at the past
While bracing myself for the crash
There was somewhere lifetimes ago
When a warmth was prevalent enough
But all that feels like fantasy now
Some sick obsession with comfort
The idea of
Being yearned for
Thought of
Touched, kissed
Dreamed
Breathed
All things senseless yet
Fulfilling for the senses
Creating some
Sense of belonging
It's all slipping, sliding
Moving out of view
Writhing and shaking
My body shivers
Off any remaining
Icicles of doubt
I know the bitterness is back
I know the rain will keep falling harder
And right now, try and try as I might,
I just can't get this **** cigarette to light
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
Sick with second guessing
The bitterness is back
Beyond any classification
I'm exhausted of it all
Long past petty five steps
I've sat outside long enough in the cold
To know it doesn't get any warmer
Nostalgia's rough grasp
Clasped about my neck
I feel more and more
With every forced breath
And the more I feel the less I know
It all leads to the inexplicable
The redundant and
The impossible to reconcile
Loneliness infatuated
With this idea of the unknown
Through some lust manifests
Into a dire fear of being alone
And that fear carries forward
Incessant debasement
And all the best advice I've ever heard
Is now drowned out by the rainfall
Dripping drops of memories
Seep into wounds still being licked
With a wincing at the past
While bracing myself for the crash
There was somewhere lifetimes ago
When a warmth was prevalent enough
But all that feels like fantasy now
Some sick obsession with comfort
The idea of
Being yearned for
Thought of
Touched, kissed
Dreamed
Breathed
All things senseless yet
Fulfilling for the senses
Creating some
Sense of belonging
It's all slipping, sliding
Moving out of view
Writhing and shaking
My body shivers
Off any remaining
Icicles of doubt
I know the bitterness is back
I know the rain will keep falling harder
And right now, try and try as I might,
I just can't get this **** cigarette to light
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