Wearing myself thin, dead skin mask
Stretched so tight, who am I supposed to be
If I can’t be you in the end
Envision myself to be better
Lies I tell myself to be better
Broken boned and crooked spine
Two more days and I’ll be fine
Becoming everything I despise
Keep telling myself all the same old lies
Hasn’t worked yet, look into my eyes
What’s the meaning of insanity?
Waste of time, wasting away, it’s okay
I suppose, I assume, but what do I know
Beating my head against the wall
Soon all the thoughts will come together
Soon all that is wrong will be right again
Driven further into madness
Driven to drink, to think that is alright
The world’s spinning all the time
Broken down I’ve become sadness
See only the darkness in sight
Gauging out my own eyes
Images burned into my mind
“I’m under the impression that most people I work with would rather shit in their own mouths than do their own job.”
Isaac Johnson, On Bloody Knees
Dress all in black to blend in with my shadow
Fit into my skin, stretched out, and hollow
Wash away my sins
When there’s no way left to win
Bleeding myself dry to exist
So tired of throwing this same old fit
Most days wish I did not exist
Suicide is pointless when no one give a shit
Broken and left behind…
Sell my soul, nothing left to sell though
If the devil makes deals than God must as well
No one, nothing is safe from sin and corruption
Question everything ever presented to me
What am I worth if I feel worthless all along
Attacking my own true self
My own worst enemy
Hidden behind my eyes
Poisoning my own self to feel like the rest
Who needs a shepherd when we have ourselves?
Broken Thoughts Vol. 3: Chasing Ghosts Now Available
Paperback… Kindle…
The Third Collection of Short Stories, Poems, and Broken Thoughts From Layne Ambrose
The first two collections also available… along with the novels A Lie and Drinking Bleach
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