I have long desired a night undisturbed full of sleep and coherent dreams but that the sun arrives faster than light's speed leaves me wondering if there is ever an end to the war I battle throughout weeks, months, and years and years on end After all I am easy to bend like a daisy at the hand of storm sways, unyielding, entrusting the wild current of passion that breaks her back I strike a match to see with blind eyes how far this night, intemperate, will extend And who shall have removed my footprints when dawn breaks to swallow every secret I whispered to this dusty road and crushed beneath my feet They say day is a neat deceit for those who believe black is evil and I hardly think it untrue with stars ****** off their shine to magnify the glory of darkness when my body hits the matress I can feel it quite as it is, darkness but in no shade of beauty or grace as if I never had any stars to sacrifice with love their inborn proclivity there indeed is no sincerity in the way I am deaf to the sound of dark A Beethoven masterpiece, the starry night Such starless of a night this life has become Or is it that life is still there? handsome and fair, with his head in clouds? My pinstriped eyes fail to glimpse in a crowd the warmth and glow of this flame of dark, this grand grand enchantress Behind prison bars the war goes on with no light to clear the mess...
Yeah obviously another piece on indomnia and depression. No this is never going to end..I always wear it like a coat..
and it's not something we would ever do sober but when we're here, slightly warmer than average, and you let go of me i find myself wishing that it wasn't over, quite so soon. here i am, surrounded, surrounded by beautiful women. so many of them stir me up inside and make me foolish, and full of folly. and yet, somehow, still, even now, i kind of just want you.
everyone says they remember the first time ... (fill in the blank with a bad memory) I don't remember the first time my daddy called me a manipulative *****, or a little **** I don't remember the first time I realized he was an alcoholic I don't remember when I first felt pity for him I do remember the first time I held him as he cried
the circle keeps spinning the cycle keeps coming when will this ride end