(0246) a forgotten and misplaced perspective
remnants of a false superiority complex. drag it in deep until nothing else is exposed.
i got up this morning with a symptomatic curse of no remorse, and i burned my hands under the lukewarm water as i often seem to do.
the unspeakable feelings we know just like the disappearing arc throughout the day. and it waits, and it waits, and it waits until there's nothing left to say. i gave all i could just to see the sun crash down into my face.
i gave all i could just to see the instantaneous collapse. and i sank, and i sank until the future got mixed up with an all-too-familiar past. someday, my ship will sail in, and i'll be waiting at the docks. i'll stand here forever just to catch the smallest glimpse of that volcano if it ever erupts. the plastic entropy of always trying to force my way outside towards the light. the unstoppable conclusions that are always heading for the dry heat spells of the night. i picked up my skin and realized it didn't feel right. i picked up my skin and hurried past my bloodshot eyes. one more breath, and it probably would have felt okay to die. two more breaths - well - that probably wouldn't have ended up so nice.
i got up this morning just to go back to bed like every other day. i got up this morning and realized i had forgotten to pay. my soul was on loan from a shark that agreed to scare the tourists away. pray to god that i make it into heaven before hell has been condemned... and pray to satan that i make it into hell before heaven ever takes me in...
she just plays dumb, and who could really blame her anyway? he just plays the guitar. it's not like there's anything else worth doing in this hidden place. the fragile get crushed like little ants when they're not looking towards the sky. we all must compete like dogs if we're gonna want to taste of that rotten apple pie.
i got up this morning with a symptomatic curse of no remorse, and i burned my hands under the lukewarm water as i often seem to do.
the unspeakable feelings we know just like the disappearing arc throughout the day. and it waits, and it waits, and it waits until there's nothing left to say. i gave all i could just to see the sun crash down into my face.
i gave all i could just to see the instantaneous collapse. and i sank, and i sank until the future got mixed up with an all-too-familiar past. someday, my ship will sail in, and i'll be waiting at the docks. i'll stand here forever just to catch the smallest glimpse of that volcano if it ever erupts. the plastic entropy of always trying to force my way outside towards the light. the unstoppable conclusions that are always heading for the dry heat spells of the night. i picked up my skin and realized it didn't feel right. i picked up my skin and hurried past my bloodshot eyes. one more breath, and it probably would have felt okay to die. two more breaths - well - that probably wouldn't have ended up so nice.
i got up this morning just to go back to bed like every other day. i got up this morning and realized i had forgotten to pay. my soul was on loan from a shark that agreed to scare the tourists away. pray to god that i make it into heaven before hell has been condemned... and pray to satan that i make it into hell before heaven ever takes me in...
she just plays dumb, and who could really blame her anyway? he just plays the guitar. it's not like there's anything else worth doing in this hidden place. the fragile get crushed like little ants when they're not looking towards the sky. we all must compete like dogs if we're gonna want to taste of that rotten apple pie.
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