Chewing On Glass…

The smell is getting worse
Building up inside my body
Deadman’s bloat they call it
Slowly dying and it shows
The skin slowly sinking in
This coffin is getting full
Cramped I believe is the word
Not so sure because I spent
My time in school stuck in my head
Like you I imagine and that’s
Why we are here together
And not someplace better
Someplace we could have been
Proud of instead of ashamed
I’ve been told I don’t like
People… untrue it’s myself
I’ve been told I don’t like
Life… untrue just this one
It smells like shit and tastes
Even worse when choking it down
Dissatisfied I believe is the word
Not so sure because I spent
My time ignoring what’s been said
Like you I imagine and that’s
Why we are here together
And not living our best lives
Lives we could have been proud of
Instead of forever ashamed
I’ve been told I’m a liar
Untrue… it’s the only way to live
I’ve been told I’m sad and
That is pretty accurate…

Short and sweet… in its own little way… Looking through the notes there wasn’t much else left to be said… Could have been a poem I guess… Could have repeated myself until death… and I probably will… It isn’t like anyone is listening along with me… Just a constant voice going off inside my head… a rant for the living dead… the lost and lonely… And here we are together once again…

I’m not much for any mood at the moment… My back hurts too much to focus… and my mind won’t shut the fuck up… Stuck between the crossroads of nothing at all… A place I seem to be calling home more and more… Getting older is realizing… not as much as you believe really changes… We want change… we think we see it happening… But it is little more than reality fucking with us…

Examples I’m sure you demand… sources to illustrate a point… Somethings in life though you either understand or you don’t… You feel them… You see them… or you don’t… But one day you will and it won’t be as enlightening as you may have planned… You’re welcome… though it won’t change anything no matter who has bother to tell you… Over and over again… words said and not ready to sink in…

Endless days give away to such few precious hours wasting away… the time it stacks up against you… putting pressure on the joints… It weighs as much as a life and a little less than nothing… Time isn’t heavy… It is everything… Not so much a riddle as it is a fact… How much time we have left… little more than a spider web spun by the fates… Antiquity wasn’t that far off… they just didn’t know what they were talking about…

Sound familiar?… It should… because it does… Presented to us all over time… a future for the dead… If only we had been listening to what we didn’t understand… If only the words we carry with us didn’t have to make so much sense… The longer you live… the more you have to comprehend what you already know… Life’s a beach covered in the sands of times and my vagina itches for no reason at all… Hope all is well…