Make the static go away, the dead-dog depression; the fleas tip-toeing across my brain. Hate locks the door to the heart, and puts the soul in a cage. The rage consumes, like a west coast fire.
Make the static go away, the electric anxiety; the butterflies swimming in my blood. Love is a fantasy, a fairy tale for children. Devotion imprisons the mind and subdues the heart.
Give me sweet apathy, beautiful sedation, let me float in bliss; untethered by emotion. Let me get lost, deep in the core of the orchid, and sail aimless, in the vast chasm of the sea. Give me radical lethargy.
They say she has it bad, Taking down the boundaries She never really had, Yes, it’s all a bit lethargic, following what was said, Trailing eyes and messages and the overwhelming dread.
Let it down slowly, It’s a phrase she has heard, And maybe they’d realize her turn for the worse, Lethargy, it’s an eight letter word, But it rules the innards and the outer, It’s just something she’s learned.
just so tired of being mired in the endless fatigue that works in league with the utter exhaustion that makes me feel lost in the ruthless lethargy that keeps on charging
just need some shut eye so desperately, but I can't catch up on rest settled into my nest breathing slow and deep still can't fall asleep counting sheep in droves but unable to doze
instead ironically I lay here chronically stuck wide awake unable to shake the conscious mind's grip unable to slip into the world of dreams escaping what seems the waking mind's prison as insomnia, risen to almighty omnipotence flexing its eminence wards off all the threats that maybe would let this body start healing and this mind stop feeling
so tired of being mired in the endless fatigue that works in league with the utter exhaustion that makes me feel lost in the ruthless lethargy that keeps on charging
I've returned to this place, but not how I had hoped The walls peeling, ceilings drip, floorboards curved and sloped Mildew spreads around corners and shadows swallow light Thoughts creep in like whispers, forcing me to write They're in my head again, the infestations swell Clawing at my eyelids, the night escapes. Oh well Perhaps I am the intruder I left this place to rot Yet, it's the one who evicted me It is I who I forgot
the worst feeling in the world, to me is feeling stuck. it's worse than having to dig out the wheel in the limbs of sloppy rain, or the shock value of biting the inside of your mouth.
it's the opposite of the realization you have when you remember the mouth heals quickest; and then there is hope.
imagine the life path of dreams - with a lush natural fence on the threshold. one step over summons vines from under that lash and snag and gnarl and gnash and you're frozen stone: forest desert arctic all in one.
the stuck swallows me inside an imperial chamber that i am not in the slightest bit worthy to be surrounded by.
a perception of the world in your mind... it cracks, shatters, hiss, obliterated.
i welcome struggle into my arms as i go to the bittersweet valley below; maybe i will find the seeds that will allow me to grow.