Broken… and letting go…
The words come but I don’t know
Breaking like glass all around me
Shattered… and left behind…
Kneeling down about the thoughts
Wish there was more to say
On the subject… and the pain…
But I know it would only get in the way
Wouldn’t even know what it means
The glass digging into the skin
Drifting away is all I was meant to say
About the subject… and the rage…
Further from the truth is all that I know
Emptiness… all that is left inside me
Sweating out the poison left behind
Corruption of the internal structure
The glass has entered my blood stream
Becoming part of me on the way to the heart
The infection has spread to my brain
So broken… and letting go…
The words come but I never know
What it is you are trying to tell me

I’m having fun I guess… Kind of depressed…

Ignoring everything is harder than I thought…
Your disappointment is echoing in my head…
Salvation is the only sin I can prescribe…
What is it that you are looking for in a drug like me?…
Your actions have become nothing more than a symptom…
Nothing more than an addiction to who I am…
Hold on tight the withdrawal is the greatest fear…
The most confusing of emotions after the fall…
Ignoring everything is so much harder than I thought…

Two wrongs don’t make a right but it’s a great fucking start…

Rusted skin breaking down over time
Once again we find ourselves here
History doesn’t bother reading
What’s already been written
So obsessed with repeating old news
Repeating the same mistakes once again
That new mistakes are all the same
An industry built on praying for a new day
Another day of emotional decay
Industrial for a new day that won’t come
Another day spent watching this waste away
Behind a screen made of glass
The fabric of society comes undone
Tore at the seams… what was meant to happen?…
History can’t change what has already happened
What’s already been done to you and me
So obsessed with destroying everything
That our mistakes are missing the point
This never was about you, me, or the sands of time
We all want change… while refusing solutions
Stuck in place… wasting away…

I have to give credit where credit is due… I didn’t come up with… “I’m having fun I guess… Kind of depressed…” Typically I don’t recycle things Sylvia has said to me… but every once and awhile we all say something that can’t be ignored… and must be stolen for others to enjoy… That is kind of the thing with writing… writers… authors… poet… artists… or whatever you want to call yourself… labels unfortunately… aren’t something I’ve come to enjoy as of lately… too many subcategories for me to fit into at any given moment… that I don’t enjoy any of them… when the only label I’ve ever really wanted was… me…

Not really the point I was trying to make… Writing isn’t so much A to Z… nor is it exactly what has ever happened to me… you… or anyone we know… but in a dark twisted way it is… I can’t invent new scenarios… I can only twist them further… I can’t create people out of thin air… I have to steal them… from those around me… what seems real is probably fake… and what feels fake is probably real… the real goal though is for no one to be able to tell the difference… Kind of how life feels from day to day… I’m having fun I guess… Kind of depressed…

Ads are randomly generated… using some sort of magic… reading our thoughts… the algorithm knows us better than we know ourselves… but does that mean we should give in?… Maybe… the algorithm hasn’t told me how I should feel yet… But apparently I should pick up some more shirts…