There's just no way to get that third nail in.
A queasy interstate ride sounds the trumpets for the next round of pulpit pounding. It was no accident that the podium this time around is semi-opaque. But a little kick for me is that what you think you can see has no bearing on what's really there. That's obviously a common thread in my life. If I ever feel lost, I locate it and everything falls into place. On either side there are opposing forces. A walking contradiction. An answer with a question mark.
I'm manic out there, even using a few chemical companions to light the way. In here, it's dark. Getting darker. A cool night with someone who talks me into conquests and howled expletives will pull me through, left, right, left. Aching afterwards, power washed by the shower head, my conscience on permanent leave. And then leaning on my fist, looking out at the clear, infuriating sky as it bruises to black I look at what I've built and I wonder how straight it'll stay and how high it can get before I'm falling again. It makes me voracious, wild eyed again. I wonder when I'm getting in bed if I purposely grab people to feel them bleed when I claw past them, when they stop understanding. I fall asleep with no doubt that I do. I wake up with no concern about it whatsoever. Coda.
Come back, baby. I got an inch of skin that hasn't lost its glow.
I'm no good/without you.
MM
I'm manic out there, even using a few chemical companions to light the way. In here, it's dark. Getting darker. A cool night with someone who talks me into conquests and howled expletives will pull me through, left, right, left. Aching afterwards, power washed by the shower head, my conscience on permanent leave. And then leaning on my fist, looking out at the clear, infuriating sky as it bruises to black I look at what I've built and I wonder how straight it'll stay and how high it can get before I'm falling again. It makes me voracious, wild eyed again. I wonder when I'm getting in bed if I purposely grab people to feel them bleed when I claw past them, when they stop understanding. I fall asleep with no doubt that I do. I wake up with no concern about it whatsoever. Coda.
Come back, baby. I got an inch of skin that hasn't lost its glow.
I'm no good/without you.
MM