Yes, I still write poetry
This place is a prison
He wrote this song for you.
He knew how much it meant
how much effect it would have
through sleepless nights and
worthless days.
He knew how valid the point stood.
These people aren’t your friends
They act like they know you.
From say-go … then
laugh behind your back when
they take all you’re worth.
This is how it boils down
to your life adding up … to zero.
…it’s not a party if it happens
<> every night…
Too many tears to constitute party.
Too many misunderstandings
multiplied by endless heart shattering
blood smattering disturbances.
This is how we deal with the pain.
emptying tumblers of liquid forgetfulness
bowls of green GO AWAY PAIN
it billows upward.
What does it take, how long must I wait?
THIS PLACE IS A PRISON …
It’s the same routine, and now
you face a runtime error.
The ends justify no means
meaning ceases to conquer reality
reality becomes fantasy
we all really fancy forgiveness…
for our own shortcomings.
Drink it all down
Smoke it all up…
Sniff another line
take another hit …
Collapse another vein …
IT ALWAYS GETS BETTER RIGHT?
Pretending there’s glamour in candelabra
when you’re drinking by candlelight…
How glorious the lights shine
when you’re ten stories up. Make it all better,
why don’t ya… Make it all worth it…
How much did that high cost you ?
Did it make you feel elation?
Is your heart mended from the
collapsed valve?
Did your doctor feel sorry for your
ignorance, was the bill less because
you ignored the signs?
In my living room late last night
it was almost to bright to see …
Walk into the light … ignore the fading pulse
I know he’s beautiful, I know you want to
take his hand and leave this world.
This is nothing like the screen my friend.
This is the brutal indifference of life.
It’s brighter up there RIGHT!
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
Forever only lasts until it ends.
Your existence here has clocked out.
Enjoy your vacation.