another reminder that none of this is real
a step back in the right direction
to figure out two rights do make a wrong
while the stress eats away at what little sanity you have left
i'm kicking the habit
no more making myself public
no more goodwill for worthless hopefuls
anxious and unsteady
i can't understand the lies my life leads to believe
to break all ties and look away
with no words to sway you or this slew of those misunderstood
and i digress
to the point my life lessons failed to teach
you were the only one i was willing to keep.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Roads warp to the sound of pain
Alternate routes to mask the eyes from a disaster
A tag team of human emotion and physical distress
Where people create a slew of the unnatural
And others impacts gets less and less
A sense of loneliness
Like the bones beneath my feet
Empty plains arid beyond recognition
The cracks likes veins
Information runs from one imperfection to another
The virus flows.
Alternate routes to mask the eyes from a disaster
A tag team of human emotion and physical distress
Where people create a slew of the unnatural
And others impacts gets less and less
A sense of loneliness
Like the bones beneath my feet
Empty plains arid beyond recognition
The cracks likes veins
Information runs from one imperfection to another
The virus flows.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
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