Poetrish
Wake up to just the feel of blood running down the side walk, get up and walk some more, get up and walk some more. Bitch about the color of the morning sun, glaring in your eyes and feel the soberness sink in. Try and smile until everything else fades away, forcing a face to avoid all the questioning eyes. With a star on your arm to remind you of the things you put off. And a pocket full of nothing but papers too old to still read. Shake of the feelings of coldness sunk in from the lack of true rest and walk some more.
Don't know what thats all about.
Don't know whats happening to everything I've seen and made. I watch everything before me fade. I get up and try to smile. Thinking of nothing, forcing a blank inside all the while. Get dressed when you crawl out of bed. Look in the mirror and re-arrange your head. Not from the outside, but everything within. Re-arrange your thoughts before you've lived in too much sin. Take a hit and walk outside, ignoring the bodies strown all over the place. They're not yours so why bother with the thought of panic. Forget about depression and just stick to being manic. Get everything done like you're choking down meth. Running around to avoid the sound of yelling coming from your own mouth. Shout all you want boy, as no one can hear the thoughts living inside your head. Cut the skin to let them out, careful enough to avoid joining the dead. Watch the crimson run down and smile where others would frown at the things you've done and the things to come waiting to realize these ties are all that bind yourself to your mind and yet set you free so you can empty everything out and clear up all the things you see. God damn I've bitched too long. God damn I've waited and waited but never realized that I was doing things wrong. Try to set things right and you'll just fuck up more.
FUCK, I can't write.. god damn it ass monkey fucker shit god damn fuck fuck fuck fuck. *grin* Oh well... there's one less thing that I'm good at. I'll just stick to sex and driving.
Don't know what thats all about.
Don't know whats happening to everything I've seen and made. I watch everything before me fade. I get up and try to smile. Thinking of nothing, forcing a blank inside all the while. Get dressed when you crawl out of bed. Look in the mirror and re-arrange your head. Not from the outside, but everything within. Re-arrange your thoughts before you've lived in too much sin. Take a hit and walk outside, ignoring the bodies strown all over the place. They're not yours so why bother with the thought of panic. Forget about depression and just stick to being manic. Get everything done like you're choking down meth. Running around to avoid the sound of yelling coming from your own mouth. Shout all you want boy, as no one can hear the thoughts living inside your head. Cut the skin to let them out, careful enough to avoid joining the dead. Watch the crimson run down and smile where others would frown at the things you've done and the things to come waiting to realize these ties are all that bind yourself to your mind and yet set you free so you can empty everything out and clear up all the things you see. God damn I've bitched too long. God damn I've waited and waited but never realized that I was doing things wrong. Try to set things right and you'll just fuck up more.
FUCK, I can't write.. god damn it ass monkey fucker shit god damn fuck fuck fuck fuck. *grin* Oh well... there's one less thing that I'm good at. I'll just stick to sex and driving.