Listening to: nothing
Feeling: blah
Hello my old friend
I've knocked upon your door before
Deep within my pulsing soul
Driven by a need for more
You understand me, and I don't care
What you make of everyone else
It's all a game, sick but unmoving
For humans' petty, mortal wills
Every day I try to accept
What I am, despite the taste
So bitter that's left in my mouth
How I can't help but hate myself
All the lies that make my bed
Attack me viciously in my head
I can't take this, yet I do
And wonder who sees the aftermath
It's so quiet, but it's too loud
I can't hear a worthwhile sound
Eminating from these walls
They mean nothing, nothing at all
I'd give everything for freedom
Hands down and no questions ask
Some know why, others ask questions
But everything, everyone comes to pass
I stand in this chasm, in this hole
Wondering if I can save my soul
As all the good times escape too fast
Amidst the pains always last...
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