It’s not fun, but I’m used to it
A washed out flame, never relit
Pain is distracting, so l eat my mouth
Always got swallowed, so plan goes south
head needs to implode, too bad its resistant Feelings so different, though combined in an instant
Death would be a crime, in such a peaceful hole
It is climbing out, i wish to dissipate my soul
Desires are cruel, a room i wish to flood Drowning is boring, but such a tasteful sip of blood
The future is corrupting, spreads with no cure
Such a relief from nothing, a thought to pure
Stomping my feet, to little released
Crushing my head, could only decrease
Sadness is unwanted, but always too inviting
Life is annoying, but forever delighting
Powerless to do anything, but anything i can’t
It is over nothing, when i make the biggest rant
Ringing in and out, no where to hide Exposed too much, how dreadful outside
Paralysis I managed, Sound is piercing
Forced to lucid, torture of time’s ticking
Anger lures all, such an immortal pest Fingers in ears, as failures manifests
A slit in thought, inviting pain for a meal
As i reopen it up, as soon its sealed
Arrival at the end, embarrassment to walk I tie up what’s left, knowing that’s only just talk
The silence in absence, not lonely without
Alone with thought, but with no way out
I will cry when i’m hopeless In truth
So I sit homeless reliving youth
