Like this moment is all that I have of the truth
like my soul hangs in the balance
and the beam is shattered cause it’s been through so much more than what mattered in this communist sharing of pain once again
like the world revolves around each thought that spews
response
action
react erection
it stands to reason that i fall for it every time
my blood flows strong too swift to my brain’s better half
weaker than composure purer’s more pure than what’s correct
right?
i must compose myself my feelings my reeling inside
not out
she’s out with him
i’m out with me
and i must leave her out of this
just be
just breathe
just seethe just see it for less than the prophetess of doom
relax let go let live let die let us entertain who?
i’m not buying it
i’m not selling myself
my chest about to implode running through me
like this moment
like the desperate gasp when you lose your mask and you think
like you’re going to drown
keep your head above water my son
my sun will come out
in six to eight months
you should take some time
unwind
more wine
that squirm under sheets no release time for “ohhhmm” time for
empty fulfillment for one second of peace
please?
that’s all I get
all i deserve?
who knows?
what i’ve heard.
who knows what i’ve heard?
who cares?
i’m aware of my indulgence
ego, ergo a ranting as such
i wear my soul on my sleeve and its beginning to wear on more than just me
sometimes i just wanna be one of those guys who only cares about cars, tits and ties
gets ties for christmas cause he’s married with children and wears white tee’s cause he carries his burden
in his underwear
he doesn’t fucking care. and if he does he doesn’t know it
definitely never shows it
or writes a goddamn poem where he blows it out to be
well it’s not more than it’s out to be
it’s been number one and two and lucky seven too
everyone loves something more than they wish they could
and no one really knows what to do
they just do it
and they wake up the next day
eggs coffee i’m more than a puppet in this perpetual play
it’s got to be for something more than me
i’m getting to the spot where i need to see the point
and my flashlight is out of batteries
can i borrow yours?
they’ll get what’s left of me
and maybe that’s what’s best of me
we’ll see
we’ll see
i’m not deaf to the sound of the light just yet
i’ll not go softly
you’ll see
this night is not dark, most certainly
you’ll see
one day i’ll let me be
