Chewing On Glass…

Tag: loathing

  • This Isn’t The Title… It’s Just All I Had…

    Avoiding the point long enoughTime to get to work on thingsFloating around in my skullA better me won’t change anythingSo dead in the end… Can’t survive myselfBroken images… Broken pieces…Avoiding this need to change everythingAfraid of what I might find underneath What I might find if I even attempted to…

  • Wandering Around With Eyes Closed…

    Stuck between the pages writing on the edgeI fucking hate it… Doing my part thoughConserving resources for another generationThat will give as much of a shitAs the last one… From bleak to darkMight as well forget everything we’ve ever saidWasn’t an answer to a question no one askedBut a death…

  • Be My Rock… And I’ll Be Your Friend…

    After a decade of liesI no longer have a passion deep insideAll I can see is how all of this was a waste of timeEditing between the linesA storm is coming in but the stormsAll ready been here all this timeAfter a decade of liesI no longer have a heart…

  • Going Straight To The Source… Outtakes and Out of Place…

    Dear readers… These might get used again someplace else… at least that’s what I have been telling myself for a while now… Either way I wanted to break up the monotonous themes of lately with something a little different… and get back to my roots a little bit… A chameleon…

  • That’s The Sound That’s Calling Me… Broken Thoughts…

    Tapping the well of my potentialDried out river bed of insecuritiesHarder on myself than anyone ever could beStrapping myself to a cross and dragging it alongAlways coming up short and falling downPoisoning the well of my own inspirationSuccumbing to self-inflicted toxicity without a causePushing myself harder than anyone ever couldBurning…

  • When I Held Her… I Was Really Holding Air… Broken Thoughts…

    Little shards of glass in my lungsBreathe them in to keep from going insaneThe infection though I think is becoming apparentSpoke my words with an acid tongueAnd now my jaw is somewhere on the floorI can’t see it… but I can hear it rattling alongWith every step… with every attempt…Said…

  • Canine Devotion… Broken Thoughts…

    Wasting time standing in placeLoss of progress… drinking it all awayHow much suffering can one person takeTesting the limits has lost its time and placeDistant future becoming closer to the presentAn ever lingering death seems all but naturalHiding in this dark place the brain goes insaneThoughts of suicide don’t seem…

  • Probably Better Off Left Alone… Broken Thoughts…

    How much more is there to takeWords to take more of me awayEmptiness filling up the spaceA distance left unraveledA void left behind to spinHopeful things to sayWhen the darkness comes againI don’t know another wayTo say how I feelWhen I get like this inside my headHow much more is…

  • Another Writer… He Was A Talker… Broken Thoughts…

    Repeating cycles from withinWhere is it that this all beganBorn this way or giving inFear of living trapping me inChest tightening… fingers bleedingPressing harder against the keysDoesn’t make the words mean anything No relief from feeling like meWondering when has left me emptyWhen will this all go awayUntil death or…

  • Whispering In My Ear… Broken Thoughts…

    Chained to the memoriesA sinking feeling taking meWas it you or was it something elseConstant state of denialAbout anything going on around meFalse memories of an ideal truthSinking with the shipA choking feeling taking overFighting for discomfort was never meWas it you or was it something elseContinued state of deceptionAbout…