A new way of stepping out into
Too many jitters
My mind, it titters
Seeing all the apostrophes
Given to me
Like some kind of
Neurotic comma
Stuck on the lower points of life
These breaks in the sentence
Give meaning to breathing
As if to say stop your speaking
Stop your repeating
Your brain on chemicals
Your stomach wrapped up in acid
Pain
And your heart skipping beats
Like a turbulent plane
Good morning new sun
New era of thinking
I am the pariah
I am the only one singing
The song of rain
The song of loving you
Wishful thinking
I called upon its home
Hoping it was speaking
To the places I will go
When the battle is won
The break in the storm
Of all these emotions
Stuck in my head
Wanting me lost
Wanting me dead
Good morning wishful thinking
Your not just for fools
I followed your heels
Like a caffeinated puppy
Because it's too hard to bear
Living alone
When I see the light leave your eyes
Too many times
All of these imaginings
Or used to be's
Or even these false future falsities
I've seen you die
In my mind
A thousand times
Good morning new smile
I wanted all my thoughts
To be joyous things
That injected warmth
Into the hearts
Of all these bastards
Lining the streets
Just to be put in another line
Leading to nothing
And you could think you have meaning
You can think you have vitality
Pouring out of your skin
And into the sky
And out to the sun
That shines on because of it
And you could think you have no meaning at all
Your breath pouring out
Into winter cold air
Curling around your throat
Suffocating you there
In the place that you are
All in your head
Your brain in a coma
Your soul screaming
Just to be fed
Screaming to be let free
To touch another soul
And feel alive
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