yesterday dream, just a waste of time
Sadness is my likeliness
Creating a comfort
Nowhere like this.
In depression i can dream
Of happiness as a stream
Of emotion
Like the ocean
On a fall night
Where waves fight
Against the moon.
Where promises to consume me soon,
Are all that i have now
And it eases me somehow.
On these lonely nights
With broken words and street lights
Where we fight not to love
Like white fits to a dove.
Your emotions attach themselves in ways,
That i haven't been able to understand in days.
Your moods are "nothing" because it is easy,
Then "Why," i ask, "Do you not just leave me?"
Would rather feel pain
Than think of happiness as something you could obtain
In a container, locked up inside
In a ocean that is not wide,
But forever long
Like the words to a song
That have not yet been written down.
Life in a nameless town
Of nonexsistance
Something of substance
Like that of pills chased with Amaretto
It's not hard, letting go.
Promises made to my eyes
No but's, how's or why's
But answers given as lies.
In these days i say are real
Life comes at a steal
Of dreams, ambition and goals
Where we stand in the holes
Of what we are
Like the moon is to a star.
Will we choose love over destruction
And play it off as production?
Or will we live what we say
With hopes of erasing it one day?
Pain sits inside bliss
Creating a comfort
Something like this.
Creating a comfort
Nowhere like this.
In depression i can dream
Of happiness as a stream
Of emotion
Like the ocean
On a fall night
Where waves fight
Against the moon.
Where promises to consume me soon,
Are all that i have now
And it eases me somehow.
On these lonely nights
With broken words and street lights
Where we fight not to love
Like white fits to a dove.
Your emotions attach themselves in ways,
That i haven't been able to understand in days.
Your moods are "nothing" because it is easy,
Then "Why," i ask, "Do you not just leave me?"
Would rather feel pain
Than think of happiness as something you could obtain
In a container, locked up inside
In a ocean that is not wide,
But forever long
Like the words to a song
That have not yet been written down.
Life in a nameless town
Of nonexsistance
Something of substance
Like that of pills chased with Amaretto
It's not hard, letting go.
Promises made to my eyes
No but's, how's or why's
But answers given as lies.
In these days i say are real
Life comes at a steal
Of dreams, ambition and goals
Where we stand in the holes
Of what we are
Like the moon is to a star.
Will we choose love over destruction
And play it off as production?
Or will we live what we say
With hopes of erasing it one day?
Pain sits inside bliss
Creating a comfort
Something like this.