It's just another moment where the walls crawl
The bottles empty over and over But the tone is set the same It's negativity without reprieve It's a face without eyes We cannot see, do not even think to look Beyond the intrinsics of our stupor And I love it, I've loved it all the way blind, like I want to be I want to be forever blind to the world Because the bottles empty over and over And the walls still crawl My insides never change There's still a weak heart beating within A sick, little liver hanging on the end of an empty stomach It's all wired by a strung-out and malfunctioning brain Given sight and direction by a pair of tired eyes Everything's all so wearied and exhausted Everything's all so beyond repair I try to think otherwise but the thoughts aren't there I try to motion myself in another direction but there's no will There is no drive towards salvation When there is no purpose All of my life I've been waiting for this moment Sitting here Incapacitated, frozen Staring at the walls, empty bottle in my hand Thinking of you Thinking of you and asking for purpose Asking for reason beyond what I know But the fact is I know you're not there There is no clarity to the situation There never has been and never will be I can't blame you either I really can't blame you for a thing This is all my own doing It's all in my own head Mixed up in that strung-out, malfunctioning brain of mine It's not your fault This is who I am Maybe I'd try to change it But what's the point, really When it's all been built to fail? When it's all been made for nothing? Maybe a little clarity Would be right Maybe a sense of direction Would be just fine But the walls are starting to slow their crawling now It's time for another bottle - The one sense of clarity I have in this life My drive for salvation My temporary purpose
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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