Chewing On Glass…

Author: chewingonglass

  • Postscript of the Unimaginative…

    After a while life just starts to feel like a prison. You work your ass off in hopes to get back time lost with good behavior, but it is useless. Things will never be like how they were. Things will never be how it was when we were young. Life…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Often I often wonder what it feels to dieDoes it feel like I do nowAll alone with no one to talk tooI do this to myselfYet I don’t know the answers to my own questionsI often wonder how soonWill all this prove to be meaninglessThey say you pave your own…

  • But I’m Still Right Here…

    “As below, so above and beyond, I imagine – drawn beyond the lines of reason. “ Tool, Lateralus Death I don’t necessarily fear death. Not in the sense that maybe one should. I know it will happen. I’m even okay with it to a certain extent. Part of life after all.…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Long Before The blood it drips as it fallsThe life fails as it goes onThe end is nearThough it has been all alongThe difference between life and deathIs a heartbeatThe soul fades as it goesThe death grows as it goesThe end is nearThough it has been all alongThe difference between…

  • Yellow House, Brown Shutters

    So, this is what it is like to belong? Belong to a family? Feeling useless or pointless ninety percent of the time. Feeling awkward in a room full of people you tell half-truths too in order to feel superior or make them feel proud of you. Family is nothing more than a…

  • Something Very Different (Vulgar)

    The Saint and the Beast Don’t remember the time or placeWho am I to be naming namesA stench so thick it takes me awayDown the rabbit hole of no returnLeft bleeding and I need moreBroken nose, used whoreThe alcohol has never been out of timeSucking the blood up through a…

  • Because Asking Would Be Too Off Putting…

    Diving right into the subject on this one. I’m sure I’ll dip in and out of anything I have to say. Thought about all of this six hours ago. My favorite book of all time is Post Office by Charles Bukowski. If you haven’t read it well. Well, you should…

  • Broken Thoughts… A Long Time Before…

    Devils in the detailsBut what do you do when you’ve all failed?Listening to your complaintsOn a day-to-day basisHas become insaneFeeling your thoughts is all that I haveBut now it’s filled with too much painSensory overloadMy mind will explodeThe devils in the detailsBut God failed so long ago Words are haunting…

  • Through Glass…

    “The devil made me do it. Tell them that. Tell them anything I don’t give a fuck,” I put my cigarette out on the table. “You didn’t even finish that one,” my lawyer says as he wipes the ashes and the butt into his briefcase. I light up another one…

  • Something Different…

    Hurts I can feel itI can feel the spiritBeing sucked right out of meKeep on going it whispers in my earAs if that was ever a choiceIt cries, it won’t shut upAnd it is now, right hereThat I know at leastWhat is it that I really knowDon’t rememberDoesn’t matterWhat’s the…