Tag: irrational
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We Grow So Painful…
Everything is going to be fineWorst case you’ll just dieAnd then who’s going to careWhat we leave behindDoesn’t define who we wereBarely proves we were even hereBodies pilling up and we stillDon’t know what to do with themMartyrs for a cause without definitionI’d like to believe it was for somethingBut…
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Hold Nothing Back…
Moving like you have someplace to beSpeeding up to stay right in placeMoving like you have someplace better to beIt’s called grid lock because we all doWe’re all stuck because we are the problemI know you have to know betterMoving around like you have someplace to beSpeeding up to stay…
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Wasn’t Enough To Say It…
If it hasn’t by now then it never willHaunted visions of what I could have beenSlowly… surely… Dying on the vineWithered skin peeling backBecoming what I’ve always fearedIf it hasn’t happened by nowThen it will never be alrightSlowly sipping at the poison in my headAlways believed I’d never die… A…
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The Deeper This Goes… The Less You Feel…
Too much sleep and now I can’t think (Clearly)Things it turned out were never all rightSomethings come from the left as wellDifficult to walk a straight line in the wrong direction(Obviously) Was it though and for how long?Guess it was always me and I kind of knewToo much sleep and…
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But It Isn’t…
The dust it gathers across all the thingsI said I was going to doWords gathering up into a paragraphSeparated by commas I don’t know how to useI could have learned this is trueBut then I wouldn’t have been me and neverMet you… they say things happen for a reasonSure why…
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Only Further Behind…
Losing the space in between the momentsThe gaps extended into a dazeA time I can’t seem to reclaim… to place…On this broken… burned up time lineDevastation… Inclination… What I am?Disappearing into the nothing of existenceTrapped in a box of my own isolationThings aren’t the same as they were beforeA feeling…
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Let’s Bring It All To Light…
Feeling so lost under the pressure of painThere’s no end to a day that keeps goingPerpetual motion of an endless emotionAlways moving forward no matter the costThe only way we’ve been taught to liveFeeling so lost under the pressure of existenceThere’s no end to what I’m willing to doFor a…
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If I Told You… It Wouldn’t Make It True…
Space is a prisonI’ve written myself into a holeI can’t seem to get myself out ofConfused it’s like I don’t knowBut I do so the confusion growsMy words are getting blurrySpace is a prison we don’t understandMakes sense though I don’t know why that isCan’t seem to express this feeling…
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Left… Right… Left… Left… And You’ll Be Alright…
Running out of time… halfway thereWasn’t sure there was a differenceKnow now this is always changingMotivation isn’t the same as beforeHalfway dead… what’s the point?Want to push myself harderBut why? What for?There’s always something moreDistracting me from a goalI can no longer define simply by the wordsThought the point was…
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With Eyes Open… Pulled Back If You Would…
Information isn’t as powerful as we thinkNot when we keep changing the truthTo fit our twisted narrative of what to believeI’m not sure you know, but I know you don’tI’m not sure we know because I know we don’tOnly cause I wrote it that way to begin withBut I didn’t…
Chewing On Glass... 