I'm hard to live with by myself. Constant torment inside these walls. One side is hot like hell, the other side chill like death. There's a person in the middle whom I can't tell. It's a split long ago. Something to endure, not knowing what. The ship will sink, nobody can hear the screams. The horror of a brain turned outside in. Can't bear others' help. They're making it worse. Not understanding the enemy is me.
Category: random feels
To Christmas.
There's a void in me that's where God is. Should I head that way where the world's going? There's a hurt in me that's where mom stays. Should I tell her, yes, I don't give a shit. There's a truth in me that's where dream lives. Maybe the broken pieces are the promises to keep.
Living in fiction.
Made up by mad men. Addicted to horrors & destructions. Can't live without daily dose of the same ol' cast and call, free food & who's who. Baby, don't cry. You ain't missing none. Everything's on tape. So we know the exact time when fictions come to life.
Joy of life.
Life is a flash. First it blinds you with brilliance then it spellbinds with "beauty". Just when you learn to appreciate it starts to fade with lingering pain. Finally the light burns out & you won't know anything at all.
Lament.
I'm not gonna make it, yo. I'm not gonna make it. Time is leaving me behind and I really really hate it. It's all my fault. I'm weak & faithless. Not brave nor wise. The beast had me for toothpicks. I'm tired & there's no path. More than ever I need to jump. It's live free or die, there's no other life. I'm sorry. I've been blind. (I'm scared. I'm scared. Am I insane or just stupid? I'm in the wrong body with wrong mind like an alien entity.)
Mine.
Mom & dad say, "Why bother, a daughter belongs to someone else." They were right. I am mine.
Mourn.
I've always been in mourning, wasn't sure for what. I mourned the end since the beginning. What a joke. Blamed everyone. It's my sentiment: turning away from life as a coward.
Organic people.
I don't get organic people. Don't they have to fight to be left alone? They blend in like soil to the rich, stinky mystery of life. Do they not question that? Is there nothing amiss? Why am I always the dissonance, a rip in the sanctity of the goddamn peace and quiet.
In hell.
If hell is the absence of love that's where I grew up. Just to make it interesting I'm afraid of everywhere else. Maybe that's why "life" is addictive there's space to hide & run. If you squint, smirk & spit enough it almost feels like heaven.
Black sun.
In my mind, I'm a rich white man cruising around not giving a damn. In my mind, in my mind. In my spirit, I'm an old witch burning fat candles for kins' woes. In my spirit, in my spirit. In my soul, I'm a lost child nothing to look for & nowhere to go. In my soul, in my soul. In my eyes, the black sun burns bright I know I can't fight, I look to you instead. In my eyes, in my eyes.
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