“Edgewise”
This one is about a dark room, with no rhymes to reason with, the place where I feel around in the darkness for something to guide me and lean on even if it’s barbed wire, anything is better than groping around unstable. The lights are off in my mind there’s no reason I should switch even if I could, so I’ll take what I can get, to get me by even if it hurts. I don’t always have the words.
“For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me.” -IWWV
Substance harm is art, in the form of untimely souls that it departs, as close to genius as you can get, without taking hope and ruining it,
I never expected to be okay, but it’s always been easier to do than say, because it’s never planned, it comes for a second and then drops your hand,
It got to you before it got to me, taking what was missing from insanity, so look at my picture because dreamers lie, I should know but is it a crime?
To live through the life you almost had, and make it out alive before it goes bad.
Because, when brush comes to shove, I think the paint was clear,that there’s nothing worse than being all the way here.
-e. It’s like I can’t get a word in.. or out