When you think about it.
I haven't seem beauty in years
Probably because after the age of 11
The true horror of life hits you
The green grass is hurting me
The blue sky is crushing me
The bright sun
Burning me
Everything seems to be against me
I'm moving the wrong way
In an eternal one way system
Im stuck at an amber light
Indecisive
Always
Waiting for you to
Go through the door
Though you don't
And so I wait some more
I'm stuck in limbo
In transit
Waiting for my connecting flight to nowhere
For my taxi to nothingness
The coke tastes sour in my mouth
The water is draining
Me
Every single chip I eat counts down
The end of my beginning
And every hair I straighten tells a different
Charred
Story
Every word I write
Bursting with pain
Every note I play
Wrong with sadness
Every breath I take
Suffocates
Me
I am
What?
Down the golden elixir of life
And be lucky once more
Though I don't
drink
I think
Take the glorious disc
Ride it to the moon
Though I won't
Take
I fake
Is there no escape
From my deathly life
The answer is a question
Which is a statement in itself:
I
Hate
Everything
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