Tag: loathing
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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…
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And Other Things From This Time Preview
Not the Answer Sex is an ugly thingDo what you have to doThen it’s all overI write because I have toThen it’s all overI’d stay and talkBut I have to writeThis all overA process with meaningStill no answersAtheism is a questionIs there a God?Am I only alone?In my head am…
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Broken Reality…
This is something I would only say to my best friend, but since that is you and since you aren’t you anymore. I have to feel. I have to live as though I am alone. I see you every day. Walking by me as if this is all normal. Walking…
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And Other Things From This Time…
All Fucked Up I’d like it better if you told meWhat I already had to loseI’d like it better if you lied to meAs you already doI can’t stand this feelingOf having nothing left to loseI can’t stand this ideaThat I never meant anything to you My brain is a…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
Chewing On Glass... 