the seconds chisel the ice;
the thaw, it has begun.
as old woes come to die,
new paths are clear in view,
if distant and unwanted.
return to past hallucinations,
don't trust your withering eye,
and always have in mind
the sad contempt you held
for him. (but who am i?)
old world across the ocean,
torment me with vivid lies.
i ask for salvation
and all i get is you,
ether, slipping between my trembling fingers.
she had an accident
but all i can do is drink,
until the scars and bruises
dissolve and melt into
the atlantic, or at least the bath water.
i read because i must,
and listen to the beats
that others love to death
but i just want
to get laid (but what do i know?)
i fear that god has made me so
no living soul will comprehend
that i don't mean harm
when i do the things
that hurt the most.
dread and happiness comingle,
like awkward exes at a party,
their hands touch at the punch bowl,
but they were never really
in love to start.
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 4:53 PM UTC
the seconds chisel the ice;
the thaw, it has begun.
as old woes come to die,
new paths are clear in view,
if distant and unwanted.
return to past hallucinations,
don't trust your withering eye,
and always have in mind
the sad contempt you held
for him. (but who am i?)
old world across the ocean,
torment me with vivid lies.
i ask for salvation
and all i get is you,
ether, slipping between my trembling fingers.
she had an accident
but all i can do is drink,
until the scars and bruises
dissolve and melt into
the atlantic, or at least the bath water.
i read because i must,
and listen to the beats
that others love to death
but i just want
to get laid (but what do i know?)
i fear that god has made me so
no living soul will comprehend
that i don't mean harm
when i do the things
that hurt the most.
dread and happiness comingle,
like awkward exes at a party,
their hands touch at the punch bowl,
but they were never really
in love to start.
march 30th, 2009