Apartment

I thought it didn't bother me, but I was wrong.
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Anyways,
By the time anyone reads this I'll already be gone
Carried away to wherever I need to be that hour
Dominick and his destinations
Everyday
Fortune doesn't have her hand out, so I have to go seek it on my own time
Going places I don't care to travel
Hating the fact that I realized life too soon

It's so much hope to carry with me
Just as much dread to remember
"Keep pushing... head up and head on"

Lunar skies and careless minds
My possible moira
Nightlife and all the things I take from it, ha
Obviously I'm getting old
Pitchers filled with liquids my liver can't digest easily
Queasy mornings
Really, between you and me....
Some nights I just want to hide from my eager friends
The things they want to do, feel like things I've already done

Unless it's the bathroom or
Vacant lots made for one
When it comes to being out in this world, I don't want to be alone

Xanax may be my next best friend
You know how some things go
Zen or Xanax, whichever one comes first

Later Days

Monsters and The Rock Bottom

Slithering beneath the fearful skin I claim
Years old, yet eons starved

I wasn't born with these teeth
No one trained my eyes to catch sly sights
Muscle tenses in maiden's necks
No one taught me to see these things

No one but I

Secretly,
I want my heart to break and let loose the reign of what I used to be....
I think.

My mind's worth pleas not to let it go
But fiends call
To let sleep of the sword touch what I am now
And allow what was to live

Beasts in t-shirts and jeans
Plenty of sheep to be reaped
Oh why?

 Later Days

 

Be Calm

Those times, I wish I had taken an extra breath before understanding how deep things were.

Like when I ran away from home in the middle of the night
Or the day I realized I was going to die

In class, we talk about how drugs destroy and how stress can be good, but we don't speak about the lies made true by one's determination and how much of a waste it is to recycle

No one has listened to me lately.
Lately....

I think I'm fucking mad.

People don't impress me and everyone seems so uniform and un-spontaneous.
No one say's anything new.
And when it gets really shaky, I start to ask who I am and what do I stand for.
I don't believe anyone really asks themselves that question.

I'm going to hit a bong this weekend and live in a suspended lie for a couple of hours.

Later Days

  

Last Night In Overview

"But I like to think
I can cheat it all
To make up for the times I've been cheated on
And it's nice to know
When I was left for dead
I was found and now I don't roam these streets
I am not the ghost you want of me

Cause we are
We are shining stars
We are invincible
We are who we are
On our darkest day
When we’re miles away
So we’ll come
We will find our way home"

Later Days