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You hide behind your concrete wall Of shameful memories, Dreading all the things that made you fall And lose your sense of ease. An endless sea between your heart and head, Impossible to cross.
I got the brains, but I lack in other places. The look of post-threat slowly filling up their faces. One track mind won't forget all my troubles, leave them floating around in their little bubbles.
Give the track a listen here: Http://new.official.fm/tracks/3RHx (the drums are poorly done - but it's a demo.
Your eyes see into my soul. Stabbing every corner in my heart. Rip me open from the inside. Until everything falls apart. You can walk right by. While I suffocate in sorrow. Drown me in emptiness.
Panic attack because your safety has gone. Drug yourself up just for protection. Every minute seems like torture sitting with the stranger that is yourself. Fuck.
You mean what does it feel like. It's...it's like there's always somebody else there, Yeah, Like they're trying to get out or something, Y'know.
I lost track of time and started losing my mind now every time I move I feel like falling ever harder In this mess I created in my own simple mind The pounding inside this only place of my own...
I'm finding that I'm fearing (or is that really hating?) work. Friday night and Saturday is fine. I can leave the office with the thought that I'll deal with it 'next week'.
You hurt me. I hate you. No I don't. Never mind. I love you. I hate you. I am devil. I am angel. I am hurting. I am smiling. What's there left to kill. You left me. You killed me.
Can't focus. Can't concentrate. Everything I think about forms into your face; Burning my ambitions to pitiful ashes.
Wrestle with my solitude. Do the best I can. Sit alone in silence. I am god's lonely man. Woke in my clothes this morning. Not sure where I be. Suffer with the knowledge. Of my duplicity.
On the outside, I am calm. I am not angry. On the inside, I am screaming. I am angry. On the outside, I have respect. I have peace. On the inside, I have lost all respect for most people.
Its like Learning to crawl again; When you're stuck with your head in the ground. The bottomless well has thousands of yells, And the words build up their mound.
Once there was a box, buried deep under a desolate shore.
He kissed her by the pond. He pointed out all the seaweed and told her that it was as thick as a rope. They made it into a swing. He pushed her back and forth on it as she laughed.
You can Set Me on Fire, but I'll never burn You can Cut Me, but I'll never bleed You can Abuse Me, but I'll never cry You can Try all you want You can Strive till your last breath, I don't mind Your...
There is a battle ground. Well worn by years of fighting. The war is a civil one. Same entity, different ideas.
'Hmm. I don't think you should go out in that.' Why not. I grimace and stare hard into the mirror. Yes. I knew it. I just thought, maybe, I might... 'You're kidding right.
The inescapable distortion The creeping, seeping, Reckless insanity Curling round my brain, Twisting my torso into knots It grips my stomach, Squeezes, Leaving me on all fours like a beast Heaving...
You only actually hurt yourself. It feels really unfair, you got screwed & you can't let go. You cling onto the hope that one day you'll get justice. But inside you know it won't happen.
I’m fighting hard; I’m trying my best, Trying to find myself apart from the rest. My mind is crazy it’s certainly not a place to be Once you enter the light again you will never see.
I like to run. It puts a distance between the old me and me. I run in any direction I can. As long as it is away from me. The old me is a good runner too. Always catching up with me.
~This poem is about addiction; what it does to the mind, and what it does to the people at the receiving end of the addict's ways.
Hanging on the end of your line, Swinging, waiting, Doing time. Your love, like a rope, Cuts a smile in my throat As forever and never Speeds slowly by.