I don’t know about the laughter anymore.
It comes and goes, and the
feeling remains the same.
Joy, such a punch drunk heathen,
spitting its flourishes and
dimes,
and it all sounds so ****
pretty;
And then I fall into my
certain dark pool with no bottom,
and
here I swim along with my
fading dreams.
Too long it takes to reach the
shore,
too long it takes to
discover this hell
is
a
gem in the dust.
I sit still in my chair
and wait for the songbirds
to begin,
I long for their company,
their song,
their joy,
and
I ask if they would be
kind enough
to share.
And they do,
and the sun peers rightfully
through the storm
and
the chorus speaks of
better days
and i trust
these song birds
more than
the bottles
because
they’ve
seen what it takes
to wake up everyday
and
live in harmony
with
darkness.
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 8:37 PM UTC
I don’t know about the laughter anymore.
It comes and goes, and the
feeling remains the same.
Joy, such a punch drunk heathen,
spitting its flourishes and
dimes,
and it all sounds so ****
pretty;
And then I fall into my
certain dark pool with no bottom,
and
here I swim along with my
fading dreams.
Too long it takes to reach the
shore,
too long it takes to
discover this hell
is
a
gem in the dust.
I sit still in my chair
and wait for the songbirds
to begin,
I long for their company,
their song,
their joy,
and
I ask if they would be
kind enough
to share.
And they do,
and the sun peers rightfully
through the storm
and
the chorus speaks of
better days
and i trust
these song birds
more than
the bottles
because
they’ve
seen what it takes
to wake up everyday
and
live in harmony
with
darkness.
