Dazed- Often dazed- Incumbent to take and rip minds from heads Shaken dust rains down onto many- Swirling untold crowns into a cloudy trance. Incumbent to step to slow- These necessary acts of the solemn man
It’s a sunny day on the lake No weather lifts my mood I’ve become socially anxious But they just think I’m rude
It’s like life’s the arcade And I’m completely out of tokens Won’t blame it on the system Cause I know it’s me that’s broken
Can’t drift away Not even in a binge Anchored to my pathology Society’s definition of the fringe
Done drowning in the sorrow I just shower in it to get clean And wash away the hope A habit from when I was a teen
Quit pushing off the bottom You can’t fail if you don’t start But still I die again and again Trying desperately to break apart
Cause this nihilism gives me a meaning Paradoxical in and of itself To cut deeper in the wound Cathartic hatred for myself
Done saying I’ll make one more attempt To walk the path of righteousness Cause I’ve only tried that four thousand times And each time I’m left with less and less
All I’ve got is this page And my obsession with the pain I’m an infinite beaker! From which the flow just won’t wane
You’d think my spirit’s dead Cause I’ve been trying to **** it for a while But the spirit’s hard to **** Even after a couple million miles
Epochs in life have a cyclical nature. Sorrow is a typhoon — but even the most severe of tempests fade. There is always another renaissance. You’ll see the light of dawn. Of that I can assure you.
Blackboard paint, Round silver handle, Peeking through the crack, Black light, A singular chair, Right in the middle, Light bulb swinging, From the ceiling, And all my horrors, Piled high in stacks, Like magazines, Jam packed.
There is this girl named depression She doesn't care if I'm happy She will bring in bad news when i just got in a good mood She doesn't care if I'm with a good dude She tells me he just wants me to send nudes I tell her to leave her presence isn't needed she doesn't listen She wants to live with me forever Whoever this may concern if you see her avoid her
My soul hunts cheap justice Over the plains of carpeted floors Beyond the savannah of desk chairs Away from the huts of curious minds and the shine of polished nameplates
My eyes seek cheap justice Looking to the sea of masked faces A mountain of guilt stands in between An avalanche of shame crashes down Forcing me back to my silent retreat
My heart finds cheap justice in a kind word, or maybe four? Or in an arm around the shoulder - Maybe a smile as wide as the Amazon. Priceless for me, an expense of your gesture.
Funny how one small gesture from one person can lift you up amidst all the other horrible things and people around.
