The infection it spreads Like the virus in my head Love is loss and loss is expected Life goes on, if only for a minute longer Don’t know when to give up I can feel the human condition It’s spreading Down my limbs and into my spine Everyone wants to know The reason, the why No answer is given, no answer to find This information is deadly This information can kill For without this reason No reason to live Lost control, control has been lost If you can’t make your millions We will surely die off This information is toxic This information is unclean Unholy, whatever it may be No weapon is greater than The one inside your head Your mind left wasted as you go on Survival instincts weighted down over time 501 reasons you must lay down and die For your sins and not your crimes
Spinning in place Death should be the end But what if What if it is not Grinding into dust Dancing against everything That should have been Ash to ash Was all there was ever meant to be But what if What if all of this was for nothing Bending to a breaking point Snapped in half, left for dead Begged and pleaded They pick against my skin Taking flesh for flesh Bone for bone But what if What if that was how it was meant to be?
Trying to Define a Useless Existence
Sticking needles to fit in Each one sticking out of the skin Fucked up and chill What’s the idea without a plan An episodic dream played out The arc didn’t work out Time to move on A bridge built between you and me Each letter spells out a different thought The neon sign wasn’t for effect A warning that glows against the night sky Sin, love, live and fucking forget Thoughts and opinions don’t matter Trapped in your head Screaming broken sentences Could you ever, would you please Believe in me? Not asking anymore Simply begging for all of this love and admiration Not the way it was Only the way it has always been Special but as it turns out, not at all Better than you, turns out not at all Full of shit and finally we circle the same corpse Being honest with myself Taking in all the truth Nothing is worth anything So what the fuck do I do with my day? Depression creeping in? “No” Life checking in? “No” Cracking open my own brain? “Yes” Punishing myself? Pushing? What’s the difference? Breaking down the ideas of everything Trying to define a useless existence Still searching for definitions
One of these was supposed to be a broken thought… finished the thought… which one doesn’t matter… The title for today’s post is from an epic band called… Brown Bird… song is called Cast No Shadow… New cycle starts Jan 2… I’ll be seeing you real soon…