(no subject)
At wits end, let's be solemn.
I don't know what demon inside me burns
and screams his desire to consume,
but I consume and consume at the expense of honesty.
I've broken down and screamed to the world
that I can live a lie,
if I keep my palms up and falter not.
And I'm dying, one day, by day by day, to be content,
not by the silence of lungs full of water in an icy river,
but by settling upon the green grass under the sun.
Despite trying to take a picture of life,
I'm just frightened and
frightened of being frightened.
I fall, day by day,
towards the fiery sun, or the depths of the ocean,
and I cannot handle handling this axiomatic void.
I believe in change and this suddenly changing change -
and I falter when I settle in,
because everything seems to sit still.
I am a child, because everything seems to fall apart,
and yet buildings stand, mountains sit, and hills roll.
I don't know what demon inside me burns
and screams his desire to consume,
but I consume and consume at the expense of honesty.
I've broken down and screamed to the world
that I can live a lie,
if I keep my palms up and falter not.
And I'm dying, one day, by day by day, to be content,
not by the silence of lungs full of water in an icy river,
but by settling upon the green grass under the sun.
Despite trying to take a picture of life,
I'm just frightened and
frightened of being frightened.
I fall, day by day,
towards the fiery sun, or the depths of the ocean,
and I cannot handle handling this axiomatic void.
I believe in change and this suddenly changing change -
and I falter when I settle in,
because everything seems to sit still.
I am a child, because everything seems to fall apart,
and yet buildings stand, mountains sit, and hills roll.