dark days

The next step
hate death threats and violence
i watch my friends fight
i sit here in silence at night
dark days
the mind goes blank
but i gave thanks for the table scraps
i know that you got plenty of food
but i make do with the table scraps
and you dont even see
what you got for free
is a meal to me
but i make do with the table scraps

Close

Why do we let people in
Surely we know no good can come of it.
Youve heard the phrase 'too good to be true'?
I tell you I'm living it.

Like being lied to by a child
I smile as you make your own errors

observant, meticulous scheming unafraid...
I plod along oblivious
while you chew on stories
that fall upon deaf dumb ears

Without seeming uncaring
I am unphased but hurt.

silver heat collecting in the frontal lobe
i feel my demon days crawling up behind me
please god dont let me be that person again
i thought id changed.

How hate sickens me
Nothing will bring me out of this despicable mood.

I was born to make you senseless
How can i repay such deceit
on the floor
i see you bleeding
How can i repay such sadness

In a line
they walk
right to the end
it healed their sickness

like the war
we waged
for glory days
despite repeantance

i see the sun go black
then i look back
now i feel better

I was bored i made you senseless
How can i believe in these
count to 4
and still be breathing
Tell me why im still alive

psyche of a sociopath

There was a time where i lied
to cause someone pain
and i live a life
that belongs to someone else
but this is not my confession.

On days like this
i make paper planes
i fold intricacies
while people watch

i count magpies
ponder clouds
read car registration plates

i dont think about money
i dont
i dont do anything at all

on days like this
i think of those i left behind
and i take great pride in denying their existence

Planes

I looked for a long time
but nothing
A lot of thoughts clouded and crossed my mind
But this fire
Nothing can stave my satisfaction
or lack of it

When I look for water I find acid
I see pestilence and disease
Wondering what happened to this innocent place
Brow contorted in the knowledge I will not succeed
This place has distorted us
We find scarce solace
It rains shards of glass.

Yesterday I found a dog
rotting in the street

Talentless

When did you get so bland
what happened?
Did a demon suck all colour from life
and leave you black and white?
Has the moment passed
where you no longer saw the need to try

Could it be you're now empty
Are there deserts where trees used to be?
Hollow. Whats it like to be so hollow
Lost at sea
Did you fall off the edge of the world

Did you dive too deep for coins
Was it my responsibility
to make sure you didnt fall in on yourself?