Chewing On Glass…

Tag: Dark

  • Broken Thoughts…

    The blood cascades down the wallYou know you are homeWhen everything is comfortableBones line the edges of the roomYou know you are homeWhen everything seems fineSkin drapes the furnitureYou know you are homeWhen everything is normal Scars scratched deep across their faces… Tangled up in all your razor wireThink about…

  • Something Different…

    Laughing In the Face of Darkness There is a story I’m always trying to tellIt doesn’t have a beginning, middle, but it does have an endIt is long, some might say endlessA story I can never seem to get straightGive it all I got, in the end, it never makes any senseWish…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    Another shitty night bleeds into another subconscious dayLocked into nothing at all, fight to stay awakeBreaking bones to stay in the game with no goalIf only I had known the rules might not have tried at allGave it away for nothing at all, Giving it awayA cause and effect of…

  • Beginning of All Things to End…

    “Things went from bad to worse,” he says as they walk down the long corridor. “What do you mean?” One of his colleagues asks. “Most importantly they are being taken to the facility right now to insure there will be a future them,” he says ignoring the question all together.…

  • What Can We Say…

    “The world shatters around me. Falling shards of a broken mirror reflecting all the past actions of my life. Regret is something that can only happen after everything is said and done. How I wish I could take them all back, but I can’t. Each broken shard plunges into me…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    This could  carry me into next weekThe thought that maybe any of this mattersBleeding to know that there is still lifeA loneliness has bred an isolationChasing down an unrealistic dreamA quest to become God to a desolate planetThere is no end to an unapologetic beginningKill the man, the idea lives…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Time Within Time If I say it enough will it come trueSelf-full filling prophecy made up of dreamsBeen looking in a mirror saying it over and overAnd yet the image doesn’t changeStill the same asshole as yesterdayHopes and prayers are for our childrenPraying and kneeling are the same thingsNeither is…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    Fissures and cracks within my soulWhere they come fromI’m afraid I do not knowRelentless and forthcomingI keep swimming the cracks wideningEven though I know I’m drowningMy body wants to stop, my mind says keep goingIf I gave up now what would be the point at all? Locked in a box……

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Staying Down My mind is going a mile a minuteA minute a mile and I have to rememberThis is only a symptomOf something that I have createdI wish I could forget or maybe rememberNot everything has to have a reasonHeavy-handed and light-headedI miss the days where none of this matteredPicking…

  • Do It All Again…

    The rain comes down hard as it beats against my cardboard house like a drum. It upsets me at first, but then I remember I wanted to move anyway. Nothing truly upsets me anymore. Nothing outside of the wastefulness of the people that surround me where ever I go. Town…