This could carry me into next week
The thought that maybe any of this matters
Bleeding to know that there is still life
A loneliness has bred an isolation
Chasing down an unrealistic dream
A quest to become God to a desolate planet
There is no end to an unapologetic beginning
Kill the man, the idea lives on stronger than before
Fucking useless apocalyptic dream
Too busy to hold on to every thought
Slipping away into a dark messiah complex
Nightmares become reality…
Who knew the answers were meaningless
An asshole with a small dick complex
It swings without hitting nothing
The words pile up onto the piles of shit
Pick the one that suits the moment at hand
Fuck, I hate every minute yet can’t turn away
A burned down cigarette pressed against your teeth
Forgot how to live, still meaningless to me
A sentiment that time couldn’t erase
Putting thoughts and feeling to the grinder
Bleeding the poison out through the skin
Over dramatic for no fucking reason at all
Spoke to you once about pain
An idea left on the back burner for too long
Chewing on glass to feel anything anymore
Sedation was as much fun as it could have ever been
A raping of the mind that needs to be said
Passing it off as original and unique
Same shit that’s always been said
To pick them out would be a waste of time…
A constant shift of the same idea nailed down
Who is on the cross now?
Switched him out when no one was looking
Didn’t matter as long as someone was in pain
Praying to a God that doesn’t understand
Is like asking your dog for the rent
A concept they will never understand
Not everything means the same thing to someone else
Misguided words left on the graves of the damned
Searching for something more when you are already dead
The point is, I’m no different than you
The reasons had nothing to do with us or them
Broken before we even got here
Broken Thoughts
Hitting an apex of thought… is another way of saying peaking… before I have even begun… what that means and how it is… is up to you… slowly sipping away at this cocktail called life… I gave up guessing and put it all on to you… words dancing in my head… words spinning around in here… but none of them make any sense… the end was never suppose to mean more than… you thought it would… Broken entries in an unfinished diary… think I’ll quit… only to start right back up again… if I was an addiction… than I’d only still be me… resting on the emptiness…
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