Have I gone too far?
I know I missed the curve
miles ago. . .
But how far have I gone?
The question with an answer
that has no meaning.
Was the question even worth asking?
Every ending must have a beginning,
but every ending must never start over again.
How have I become this man?
From a quarter century's worth
of a lifetime time lived in colorful
exasperations.
There isn't anymore questions
that I can ask myself with this solid lividity in my face.
All I know is that nothing is the same.
Each day just gets more and more strange.
It fills me up with this central gasp
Of the nostalgic grasp of yesteryear.
I've needed this flow
This current illusion of pain
I've watched it all go down
I've felt it all change.
I know what tomorrow will bring
The same thing but with a little more sting.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
Have I gone too far?
I know I missed the curve
miles ago. . .
But how far have I gone?
The question with an answer
that has no meaning.
Was the question even worth asking?
Every ending must have a beginning,
but every ending must never start over again.
How have I become this man?
From a quarter century's worth
of a lifetime time lived in colorful
exasperations.
There isn't anymore questions
that I can ask myself with this solid lividity in my face.
All I know is that nothing is the same.
Each day just gets more and more strange.
It fills me up with this central gasp
Of the nostalgic grasp of yesteryear.
I've needed this flow
This current illusion of pain
I've watched it all go down
I've felt it all change.
I know what tomorrow will bring
The same thing but with a little more sting.
Bloodstain.
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