Chewing On Glass…

Tag: depression

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Anything at All If I was to do itI’m sure that I’d fuck it up somehowIt’s not in the method but the effortAt which we failI couldn’t do it so I sat staringAt the windows with the little bitsLittle drops of waterThey won’t go anywhere but disappearNot the same but…

  • Gasping for the Air that Surrounds Me…

    Ark The darkness surrounds meAs the rain falls downOver the sky, blood drips downSignaling only deathI hope you all drownI hope someday you are foundBleed me slowly and seeIf I’m still aliveYou all said I was crazySaid I didn’t know anythingA child with adult eyes The cuts they hurtMore in…

  • Stuck In Time… A Distant Past…

    “You said you’d love me forever.”“No, what I said was I once gave a damn.”“You lie as though you believe it to be true.”“Truth has a funny way of appearing to be a lie.”“Then we shall see in the end who is telling the truth or telling a lie.”Blood spurts…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    Starting over once againHere I am tell me what to doI’m not sure why I am the way I amLove the abuse I assumeRespect me for what I am not what you seeAsking the world to accept something that it can’tLost within the confines I set up myselfBuilt the wall…

  • The Dead Dirty Things…

    I can hear the bugs, the insects as they tempt me. Scratching through the hollowed out walls. Begging and pleading for me to bring them more. The sound of their legs scratching against the wall of my skull. They want more. They hunger, they crave the flesh they need. They…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Throat of the World One day, eveningI thought about GodRelationships and relations tooSitting in the cloudsCould we really be all there is to talk aboutPoisons in the bloodstreamDrive us to do unthinkable thingsRipping our own skin from our bonesWe dance around like fiendsEver discovering our needful needsI think about ChristI…

  • Something Different…

    Stuck Choking On the Words Surrounded in ash I begin to wonderWhen this all had to endReflection of everything I hateYour name tattooed on the inside of my skinHate to hate you any longerIf I could change one thing it wouldn’t be meSelf confidence in the worst of situationsBreaking open…

  • 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.…