Chewing On Glass…

Any emptiness within my head
Broken down it begins anew
Not so sure anymore
What any of this is meant to be
Not quite so sure anymore
What any of this might have meant to me
Tortured soul… against myself and no one else
No longer remember what it is
That has put me here in this place
Lost reflections hidden behind the eyes
Fading memory of a time I might have died
Bleeding out on the concrete
The wounds they won’t heal
Mistakes were made without a second thought
Won’t be long before the clarity is all gone
Drifting along to a far gone conclusion I forgot
Turns out the knife didn’t belong there all along
In my head or where ever it came to rest
This sentiment meant so much more long ago
When life meant that there was still more time
To have to live like this… growing old is a bitch
Running out of reasons to go on
With all these invisible scars within my head
All this emptiness telling me I’m already dead

All we have is our honesty and our lies…

Screen glows on and another day gone by
Images dancing across the screen
But nothings firing in my mind
Running out of ideas to entertain the time
How many times can I watch the same thing?
Death only brings answers and a little pain
A lifetime spent finding out why
Hasn’t taught me the truth behind anything
Trial and error… only more error than trials
Locked away… lagging behind….
Like a corpse in disguise
I could explain in time, but why?
Broken down redemption of a thought
The boredom doesn’t sustain me like before
Long enough but nothing last forever

Nothing is good enough… Because I’m not done yet…

Decomposing with this known obsession
Parts don’t matter in the end
Leave me here… fresh out of friends
Can’t even envision how this will end
Dust collecting across sunken skin
Wait it out is how it begins
Forward motion… dragged along
A lifetime set in motion to move on
Words defined by not going along
History of non-violence led a stray
Saving up my rations of sympathy
Not afraid of what this may mean
To me as a whole… it doesn’t mean anything
As  I paint it all back to black
How it was before I knew
About this absence of thought
It only grows into an obsession
Who I really am if I thought about it

What a summer… not sweating it out in my make shift office in the garage… and I’m not completely miserable in any sense of the word… as I try to figure out how Hell could be any worse than this?… More Ads?… maybe they are missing the little X… not quite sure but in theory is has to be worse than this by definition…

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