And at the end of the night when all the creaks in the floorboard are tired of creaking and the sky looks like oil slick on asphalt, all fuzzy black and still; while midnight creeps in through gaps in laughter and yawns wide enough to swallow me whole; after the lull of full bellies and soft yellow good-nights fade into the blissful quiet,
I swear... I didn't mean to **** the best of me Or squash what I like in me Yet here I stand ****** weapon in hand My essence Dripping down the blade Like rain from a cloud Or tears of a clown Landing on the razors edge A familiar sight and sound
From the lonely side of the window I watch you go Your image distorted by the heavy rain Or is that a downpour of liquid pain? Either way and regardless you fade away But I don't want to look away Not interested in picking up the pieces this time Back in this pit, I don't have it in me to climb So familiar with heartache and heart break I start to think that this love shiit is fake It's okay, I feel right at home with painfully numb My mistake was the lie I told myself, That this day would never come
Lost in my own mind Trying desperately to find A point to witch I can rewind Or, At the very least define, A familiar moment that'll remind That it's not always been a difficult timeline And if I can do that I should be fine
Eye to eye with a two faced mirror Stern threats stated towards this duplicate I see "I'm warning you, don't ******* in there, You know you don't like it when we're angry" Though, my mind and I both know I know better Fully aware I don't have a victory on it's territory A half baked example of what makes a quitter There's a lose on every flipped page of my story
