sorry about this one
Impulses march to the beat in my veins.
I'm only going where i've been before,
saying what i've said before.
I soaked my sheets in sweat last night
theres a silhouette that couldnt lie still.
Looks ridiculous like a police chalk outline,
its evidence, solve the riddle of my insomnia.
I feel weightless. except for my hunger.
bowling ball stomach. nothing else exists.
What am I hungry for?
A bowling ball never tells
You don't need to read this,
its only words I've used before.
rearranged. jumbled.
Only while experiencing delirium
can you truly see how faded the world is.
Your clarity, health, exercise and love
cloud your judgement as you try to make good.
There are two realities of this world,
you choose the easier route.
The one where you learn the art of making light of your serious situations,
how to push out the negative feelings to stay afloat
how to love the ones you cant stand
how to silently mourn
how to gracefuly scourn
how to put yourself on autopilot while flying your automobile
well im not sure i want to do that anymore.
I'm getting better at it.
I even have friends now.
I know how to make my anger funny
so they'll listen and I won't be alone.
I'm told this will all pass
things will get better.
all you need is love.
I think you're trying to make me forget something.
follow your 10 step program to locating painful childhood memories, come to terms with them, and eventually learn to love the oppresors, because we must forgive everything.
well im sorry, but your way isn't really working for me anymore. its only in this state of true delirium that i can tell you this is fucked. this is messed up. your world resting on crutches. its a very delicate balance of loneliness and propoganda of what loneliness really is that keeps it standing. don't tell me you want whats best for me. your psychiatric institutions prove my point. but of course we can't have people like me running amok saying whatever comes to mind. There might be an idea! the notion that we've got it all wrong.
I have memorized my lines.
even personalized them.
I know when to speak so soft,
when to yelp passion.
but all for seduction.
I said to a friend that everything will be okay,
love is all you need.
we'll all get better.
that night I couldn't sleep.
I lay in a shallow pool of coffee stained sweat.
and woke in a state of delirium
with the truth hovering over my head
I'm only going where i've been before,
saying what i've said before.
I soaked my sheets in sweat last night
theres a silhouette that couldnt lie still.
Looks ridiculous like a police chalk outline,
its evidence, solve the riddle of my insomnia.
I feel weightless. except for my hunger.
bowling ball stomach. nothing else exists.
What am I hungry for?
A bowling ball never tells
You don't need to read this,
its only words I've used before.
rearranged. jumbled.
Only while experiencing delirium
can you truly see how faded the world is.
Your clarity, health, exercise and love
cloud your judgement as you try to make good.
There are two realities of this world,
you choose the easier route.
The one where you learn the art of making light of your serious situations,
how to push out the negative feelings to stay afloat
how to love the ones you cant stand
how to silently mourn
how to gracefuly scourn
how to put yourself on autopilot while flying your automobile
well im not sure i want to do that anymore.
I'm getting better at it.
I even have friends now.
I know how to make my anger funny
so they'll listen and I won't be alone.
I'm told this will all pass
things will get better.
all you need is love.
I think you're trying to make me forget something.
follow your 10 step program to locating painful childhood memories, come to terms with them, and eventually learn to love the oppresors, because we must forgive everything.
well im sorry, but your way isn't really working for me anymore. its only in this state of true delirium that i can tell you this is fucked. this is messed up. your world resting on crutches. its a very delicate balance of loneliness and propoganda of what loneliness really is that keeps it standing. don't tell me you want whats best for me. your psychiatric institutions prove my point. but of course we can't have people like me running amok saying whatever comes to mind. There might be an idea! the notion that we've got it all wrong.
I have memorized my lines.
even personalized them.
I know when to speak so soft,
when to yelp passion.
but all for seduction.
I said to a friend that everything will be okay,
love is all you need.
we'll all get better.
that night I couldn't sleep.
I lay in a shallow pool of coffee stained sweat.
and woke in a state of delirium
with the truth hovering over my head