(no subject)
I've
cut the cords of an
errant weight, weighted
down by
fear and
all of my hate, its
too late for freedom
and I keep
running into walls
optical illusions that make
bricks into long halls
and I guess I'm in for the long haul, kid
stalled by opportunity and
stunted by your call, I
saw the monster coming, but I
hesitated and
stood there while it
painted over it all, all the
progress and victories and
stories I've told, they become
rocks in the current, making me
feel all too bold
my confidence was a trick
and being okay was a farce, heavily perfumed
linens used to cover the rotting
carcass of a hope
the dying embers of a dream
I've tried so hard to revive those
despite what it may seem, you know
my armour is still intact against the
back of my chair and I
wear it everyday because to be
naked, is rare and I
can't bear to be naked with you these days
lest I raise up my heart and let it
fall to the ground after
finding myself hating the sound of my
voice, the weakly constructed
muscles, the
human shape that stands in the doorway and
waits for the biting remarks to cease their
echoes, drowned out by your
voice and subdued by
relief.
relieve me of this addiction and let me
feed my soul with
truth and soothe the
monster with something other than
you, because I
want to function in my world and then
reign over my life, I won't be the
type that sucks verbal morphine from the
pipe, so
get that DXM away from me and
don't smoke me down, so that
I can feel my feet on the ground, when its time
to run, because my demons
don't fuck around.
cut the cords of an
errant weight, weighted
down by
fear and
all of my hate, its
too late for freedom
and I keep
running into walls
optical illusions that make
bricks into long halls
and I guess I'm in for the long haul, kid
stalled by opportunity and
stunted by your call, I
saw the monster coming, but I
hesitated and
stood there while it
painted over it all, all the
progress and victories and
stories I've told, they become
rocks in the current, making me
feel all too bold
my confidence was a trick
and being okay was a farce, heavily perfumed
linens used to cover the rotting
carcass of a hope
the dying embers of a dream
I've tried so hard to revive those
despite what it may seem, you know
my armour is still intact against the
back of my chair and I
wear it everyday because to be
naked, is rare and I
can't bear to be naked with you these days
lest I raise up my heart and let it
fall to the ground after
finding myself hating the sound of my
voice, the weakly constructed
muscles, the
human shape that stands in the doorway and
waits for the biting remarks to cease their
echoes, drowned out by your
voice and subdued by
relief.
relieve me of this addiction and let me
feed my soul with
truth and soothe the
monster with something other than
you, because I
want to function in my world and then
reign over my life, I won't be the
type that sucks verbal morphine from the
pipe, so
get that DXM away from me and
don't smoke me down, so that
I can feel my feet on the ground, when its time
to run, because my demons
don't fuck around.