Chewing On Glass…

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  • Broken Thoughts…

    We give it upWe give it all up in bloodUntil we are nothingNever enough for some or no one at allWe turn it overWe turn it over with our soulsUntil we have nothing leftNever enough for most or anyone at allWe work it allWe work it all with our livesUntil…

  • 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…

    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…

    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…

  • In a Cage…

    “Do you ever notice the diseases floating all around you? Going in and out of your lungs, landing on your face, or picked up by your hands as you touch random objects for pleasure without knowing the consequences? Of course, you don’t just like you don’t notice the center for…

  • 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…

  • The Myth…

    I love to walk among them. I love to see just how they treat one another, but most of all I want to see how they treat me. I do it to feel powerful and I love the power I have over each and every one of them. Though none…

  • Weatherman…

    The weatherman calls for rain, but then again it always rains here. The rain is cold and it is harsh against my clothes and against my skin. The rain comes down and it pours, and when it doesn’t pour it turns into mist that surrounds me to always let me…

  • Self Destruct… One Word At A Time…

    Time ticks by without a name or faceWhat is it that I’m doing in this placeLost and dying, I have no time to restAll I want to do is lay downPretend that I’m deadPeace is a word with no meaningWho can go in such a fashion in theoryNever wanted to…