Jan 20, 2011 15:33
feels like falling from an airplane
riding a waterfall feet-first
slipping from glacier into sea
an empty well full of thirst
this isn't dignified
this isn't noble
this is dreaming upside-down
it's waking up on the ceiling
it's paranoia's manic sister
it's a twisted violent frown
it looks like we'll never reconcile
the terrors sent me packing
i won't look back, mile after dry mile
and i hear the mountains cracking
evidently desperate pleas end badly
i've tried to bargain with the evil side
but today well, i'll surrender gladly
to my post-mortem, where death and life collide
phantom wounds,
bitter,
romance,
death,
just writing at work,
self-destruction