Friday, January 7, 2011

1.7.11

A slice to my forearm
sends me under again
I've lost my place here
in this world that seems
so fucking far from my
beliefs and rhythms I
bang out with a shake
and twitch, a painful
ache that reminds me
of the guilt I already
faced yesterday and
tomorrow, just another
shit binge bridge I see
Lust for the poison
upon my lips I am
A collision to turn
speed to hallucinogen
I can't breathe either
god damned way
I can't see either
god damned way
I'm just sick and
empty, turning
into a word bound
apathetic figure
An apparition just
trying to disappear
drown in my own
blood, my home
just need to be
so far gone
and alone

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