Chewing On Glass…

Author: chewingonglass

  • A Game To Play

    Author’s Note: I don’t normally do this, but given that this story was written long before many events that have since happened in America. This story is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. Any similarities to any event that has or could happen is coincidental. With…

  • Broken Thoughts… No One Can Ever Really Know…

    Got a light? Got a light?In all this darknessGot a light? Got a light?In all this despairNo… Not in this black and whiteReality we seem to think we’ve foundGot a light? Got a light?In all this destructionGot a light? Got a light?In all this devastationNo… Not in this red and…

  • Broken Thoughts… I’ve Yet To Do Anything Today…

    Sucked into a trap of my own illusionGoing through something that’s causing confusionMy own laziness is dragging me underSitting around looking for answersDirectly in reverse of the direction I was headingState of mourning that holds no concernNot for the dead but something for the livingIs that a funeral or something…

  • We Pray, We Pray, and We Prey

    The only thing that is true in life is death. What a crock of shit. That may be true for the rest of you. It isn’t true for me. From the Byzantine Empire to the very last second it has been me and the rest of you fuckers. Day after…

  • Broken Thoughts… It’s All Quite Clinical…

    The stars projecting my thoughts onto the screenA movie no one asked to see, but I can’t help to inflictI knew that if I walked a straight line I’d be here once againCouldn’t help but to test the theory for myselfInflict my own sense of justice until nothing was leftRambling…

  • Broken Thoughts… There’s Nothing On…

    Can’t seem to focus on anything other thanThe feelings left behind from beforeI’m pretending they aren’t thereActing as though they have come and goneNever left and now I’m unsure what to doCan’t seem to move past the things holding me downThis feeling of feeling dead insideBeen pretending that it isn’t…

  • Assuming Everything Is Fine

    If I was to tell you my story it would have to start like this. I woke up and I peed.  Or I woke up, I peed, and then I ate something. The simplest of variations to the start of my day. Pretty boring stuff. But I guess that’s not…

  • Broken Thoughts… I Guess No One Really Gives A Shit…

    The memories they changeRemembering all the bad timesSeems to work out this wayYour selfish needs never changedAnd I can’t look away anymoreNot like I ever could beforeAll these years spent to get hereMild forms of abuse build up over timeThe hurt seeps like an open woundFrom my heart through my…

  • Broken Thoughts… Sitting All Alone…

    These feelings come over meFelt them before and forever moreIf they could go awayI wouldn’t even know anymoreThese feelings wash over meWaves crashing on the beachWaves washing up against our feetSweeping our existence out to seaIf there was anything left to takeI wouldn’t even know anymoreThese memories taking over meFelt…

  • Something Different… Everything Might Get A Bit Too Heavy…

    More Black Cloud Than Anything Else No more reason to even trySpirts been sucked right out ofEverything I thought I had to sayA black cloud is swinging by for a visitCan feel it in my bones and see it on the horizonNone of it never made much sense anywayBeen told…