Lights Dimming But The Soul Is Still Burning… Broken Thoughts…

Watched as they all took me
Took away everything
Starved for attention
So the lies spread
Jealousy and rage
Contempt for one’s self
Promised you nothing
Took all that was left
Digging a deeper hole
A ditch I find myself in
The hate I can let go
No way I’ll ever win

I’d kill myself if my body would stop resisting…

Breaking my heart for your own collection
What was I but a thing
Didn’t matter so you threw me away
Begging for something that isn’t good for me
Living to watch me die
Staying so you can watch it all unfold
An audience made of only two lives
What is this
If not love

With a brain on fire I am amazed I get anything done…

Taking the distance traveled
Thought we’d be so far from here
Digging into the earth
Like it is the end of everything
Going nowhere like it was somewhere
Given the years that have passed
Thought I’d be so far from here
Stuck in time growing old
Like it was in some way ever going to change
Going nowhere like there was anywhere to go
Spinning in circles because there was no other way
In circles because we could
Gravity taking over with nowhere to go
The science of everything has a point
Wish I knew what it was

Broken Thoughts
Layne Ambrose

Something I just now noticed… even through the writing… editing… and reworking of everything this cycle… there is a whole hell of a lot of less fucks… no idea why that is… pretty odd for me… can’t say they would have helped in any of the stuff written so far… but it is odd none the less…

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3 thoughts on “Lights Dimming But The Soul Is Still Burning… Broken Thoughts…”

  1. Layne, I always love your work. I love it, maybe, because it is raw and real and I get it. I get it because I’ve been there before or I am there now. Either way, you say it perfectly and I relate on such a level I rarely find in art. Thank you for sharing.

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    1. thank you for the kind words… life comes in cycles… nothing last forever… even if it is consistent… perspective seems to be the word of my life… the waves they come and go… sometimes they like to drag me across the bottom of it all… taking advantage of those feelings as they come helps me rise back to the surface…

      I hope all is well… : )

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