Wrote this 2 years ago to the day. No edits. Just me.
Shadows of time evidence
on a face far too green
Too many unspoken words
tear vocal cords raw
Begging for a release;
a succulent absolution.
Eyes no longer hold
an air of innocence
but are a hairsbreadth away
from having their glassy surface
Shatter.
Heart still counting down to zero
albeit a bit more Painful now
Problems that shouldn't
exist absorb all Rational thought.
All Logic.
Things make more sense with closed eyes.
Open only allows for broken levees.
But there's no allocation for those.
Ever.
Closed eyes are a veil.
From Disappointment.
From Heart-rending Madness.
It's just you in your own little world.
Your own Disillusionment.
Your own self-built prison walls.
It's so easy to fool yourself.
It's so hard to fool your heart.
Doctors say the gray shouldn't be there.
But give you pills to lose yourself in it.
Which came first - the bad idea or me?
The unnecessary problem or the unattainable solution?
Fght ff yr dmns. Sml n yr slp.
If it ever comes for you.
Nothing comes for me.
It's just me.
In my own little world.
My Catacomb.
With my own little demons.
My own insatiable need for a few minutes of peace I can't ever have.
Shouldn't have.
Don't deserve to have.
I'm just dying in a world that wasn't ever mine on borrowed seconds.
This is my life after death.
on a face far too green
Too many unspoken words
tear vocal cords raw
Begging for a release;
a succulent absolution.
Eyes no longer hold
an air of innocence
but are a hairsbreadth away
from having their glassy surface
Shatter.
Heart still counting down to zero
albeit a bit more Painful now
Problems that shouldn't
exist absorb all Rational thought.
All Logic.
Things make more sense with closed eyes.
Open only allows for broken levees.
But there's no allocation for those.
Ever.
Closed eyes are a veil.
From Disappointment.
From Heart-rending Madness.
It's just you in your own little world.
Your own Disillusionment.
Your own self-built prison walls.
It's so easy to fool yourself.
It's so hard to fool your heart.
Doctors say the gray shouldn't be there.
But give you pills to lose yourself in it.
Which came first - the bad idea or me?
The unnecessary problem or the unattainable solution?
Fght ff yr dmns. Sml n yr slp.
If it ever comes for you.
Nothing comes for me.
It's just me.
In my own little world.
My Catacomb.
With my own little demons.
My own insatiable need for a few minutes of peace I can't ever have.
Shouldn't have.
Don't deserve to have.
I'm just dying in a world that wasn't ever mine on borrowed seconds.
This is my life after death.