I’m feeling like giving up. As I sit and gaze into nothin’ I hear my heart thumpin through the music that’s crumpin in my ears. and I’m wishin for it to all slow down and stop. I’m wishing I could replace my blood with molasses and then slit my wrist and watch. Watch as the life drains from my eyes. Would you believe me if I told you, that wasn’t a lie? Not an exaggeration or a tale? Of course you wouldn’t because you aren’t me you don’t have my mind or the thoughts that creep in. and with a mouth that is permanently disconnected from my mind, how will I ever get you to understand why I am the way I am?
Torrential downpours of raw Irritation. Regret swirls with loss into Whirlpools of rage, desire, and hopelessness.
Smiles guile miles between isles of disconnected people. Eyes see ******* butts ***** and big *****…. Missing hearts…. Missing the empty arms of long alone longing. Reasons and reasons, seasons and seasons. The flow continues and we cannot stop for what's missed.
Apparition, depise m3. Always clinging onto Dissonance. It wasn't my fault. The stresses stresses on And nothing like it Could ever begone. It tears me. You ever rip apart The flesh of metaphoric Truth? Ofcourse not. It belongs subjective. Parallel and defiant. It belongs to no one. This continues onward. It discontinues.