stop. drop.. dark spots under my eyes
step by step to my inevitable demise
face down on my couch and so peaceful
this empty air that gently lulls
me to blind and tantalizing sleep.
it led me to the image of the corner bench
with a weeping woman and her dead child
such sorrow a gentle reassurance could not quench
not with her dead soul, her dead child
so pretty but no hope in her overweight eyes
too damaged to save her from utter demise
far away is the person i love the most
who i love to hold but is never close
our eyes will meet from what seems an ocean's length
the love is great but not worth an ocean's length
i know what is beautiful, but do i deserve it
frail in the mind, which eventually leads to the heart
convinced my faith is strong, but i am full of shit
i am not as strong as i was at the start
let me reach under the blacks of the depths
force in what i can see and whatever i can get
it makes me happy to be bobbing my entranced head
shaking my legs before that very first date
too anxious to commit to the very words being said
scared for the eventual and dreaded feeling of hate
it's all in my head but it's too late for me now
so i let myself sleep because it's all i have for now
to dream of beautiful things i am unaware of right now
my hopes are high so i hold my chin up to the skies
there is no such device, no demise, no disguise
won rof
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