Chewing On Glass…

Tag: life

  • Things To Do When There’s Nothing To Do…

    Start Over… Said everything there is left to sayIt is almost time to stop all this shitBeen on the fringe of a nervous breakdownSearching for the right things to sayNothing comes to mind, stay silentTaught us well now it’s time to show what we’ve learnedAt an impasse of great importanceStand…

  • Broken Thoughts… Break The Silence…

    Somewhere in the darknessJust before the lightLies something so darkIt hides in plain sightWorlds live and breatheA price to payA debt so lowWhat could come from thisIf nothing at allWatch the sky as it burnsEven on the darkest nightsStill can see the bloodWho does it bleed forIf not for you…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    We try to recreate things from memoryFrom feeling, never the same in our headsMisquoting everything in sightSo we begin this story of deceitFrom within, from the soulNeed you to relate even if it is onlyTo prove a pointSelfishness runs deepIgnorance so much deeperDiseased and seeking some sort of careThe depression…

  • Because Everything Can’t Be So Serious… Or Can It?…

    Might be leaving here with very little battery lifeBut I don’t careAll in my head if you ask meNot truly dead until five percentAnd even thenBringing all the hurt one could ever needA sinkhole made of shit, more like quicksandBut who’s asking meNo one ever did so maybe that’s why…

  • All I Feel Is Pain…

    All I Feel is Pain Memories are nothing more than random bits of information processed at varies speeds. This is how I remember my childhood. It comes back to me in pieces as my head slams back into the ground. Lift and repeat. Lather, rinse, and dry. Blood runs throughout…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    Dismembered, disemboweledThere may be something I have to figure outBleeding for a while nowHow long can I liveAfter I’ve bled it all outIf the heart keeps tickingDoes the mind just shut it outI feel as if the thoughtsContradicted the actions that I’m feeling It haunts rather than drives me… Planes…

  • Something Different…

    Before In death we find peaceBut what about the restWhat about here and nowTranquility in sinBlood for passionPassion for bloodDrinking until you don’t rememberForgetting all the times beforeDo it once moreOver and over a repeatingKaleidoscope of bullshitHeard it all beforeExcuses becoming uselessYet I still have moreMy condition is humanBut why…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    I wrote the novelNow I just have to write the storyIf you stop to think about itI know you’d never do itThe meaning loses effortAs soon as we stop to realizeWhat it means Something starting to smell real weird… should have buried the bodies… What am I doing here?Wasting time…

  • Let’s Fake An Answer For the Curious..

    These Days The days bleed togetherHow it is or how it always was?Questions, answers, sin, justificationThe days bleed togetherThese days stick togetherHow it is or how I’ve always wanted it to be?Liar, truth, asshole, cuntThe days seem meaninglessWhen you are aroundBleeding, blending, living, dyingThe days are all there seems to…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    Gunshots in the distanceAnother life robbed of its innocencePlagued by those around meFear that maybe were too similarFor existenceSaid you’d exist but did we everBleeding thoughts from your mindSymptoms so familiarAs if I read it off the back of a piece of paper Stuck somewhere in between here and there……