The state of mind
The thought
Of thinking
About what you once thought
And what you want to think
Will wear you down in a blink
T u r n t h e c lo u d s i n t o p o l l u t i o n
Your worries without solution
And your wings will be your crucifix
The thought
Of thinking
About what you once thought
And what you want to think
Will wear you down in a blink
Tear you apart in to two broken promises
Tear you apart in to two ellipses unworthy
Tear you apart in to two p e r f e c t mistakes
Matilda, Don’t climb the mountain, its filled with snakes
Don’t fight the storm, the lighting awakes your darkness
Two dreams and one nightmare will not make a reality
Truce, I’m sorry
This is my pride
Old foe
So don’t say I never tried
Cause I’m not just letting you go
Not like that.
I’m holding on to your every breath
For mercy
Inhale
Exhale
Leave me a trail
Of your beauty
And forgive me
Take the ‘please’ I offer with love injected sprinkles
I’ve been quite bitter
You make a pretty great sunset
I keep comparing this all to a game, a battlefeild or whatever. But this isn’t some shit metaphor, this is real. And I need to start holding it, I need to start to feel. Feel the anchors on my legs and I realize I need it there to keep me balanced. See the universe sheltering from above and realize I need that there to keep me grounded. Enough loop holes, black holes and assholes. Stop entertaining yourself with gravity. Stop seeing how much you can carry and how much you can get away with, flying by. Blood still pours in the sky. You make a pretty sunset though. And most importantly, stop looking down on yourself. See that little girl with her head up her ass? Leave her alone and let her try her best. Don’t compare her to all the other ants around, she’s bigger than you think. She just needs to start seeing some of that herself and start doing things for herself. See she has a habit of comparing things to a game, a battlefield or whatever, cause to her its all a metaphor, and a pretty real one at that.
The perks of a cynic
Maybe be transparency holds me together
An unyielding force of silenced verses
Shielding me from pain and for what I have to gain
Its my own delusion of being so cynical
That heightens the pinnacle of my own success
Using my skin as the battle ground
And rain boots as my armor
Bellicose does not fill me
It does not enter my heart
Reminding me I have to wait
For “On your mark, ready, start”
Before I go running without my head
And shooting people instead.
The joker
Would it kill you to smile?
Cause man, I get those days too.
But do you have to me on the trial?
Like an infantile
Like a Juvanile
Don’t you think I walk the same mile?
As you
Cause I do
I get those days too.
So while your rolling your eyes
Trying to find yourself inside.
Throw away the lies
It’s watching you die
Look me in the eye
And sacrifice us
Just one smile
The corrosion of the spine
That carried the world
The dislocation of the heart
That still has a few heart beats left to unfold
Renders the gold
To her new found addiction
Embracing the cold
The quiet contradiction
Im feeding my darkness again. I’m reaching out into my well and helping what I have buried to rise back to the surface. Because its too cold to listen to my conscience and her breathing of poison keeps me warm. Because I’m already fading into ashes and I want to burn completely. I want to burn completely.
