My life.
Nomad lifestyle. I am a Gypsy. I come and go as I please. I make my mark then move on. Why stay planted? People I meet along the way, if meant to be, will be in my life as the striving force that keeps me trekking. I am a lone ranger. I take chances. I'm adaptable. I dare you to open a new door in front of me. See what happens.
Monday, February 13, 2012
I'm so tired of razor blade kisses
The sunrise. the black tide's. rolling in from the cutter's night. A heart beat. a mystery. of five fingers cradling. A new pain. a stiff vein. it's blood red in the pouring rain. I can't feel. the cold steal. peel the skin back and break the seal
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay,
well you tell them everything they wanna hear
This new fire. in my veins. it's too quiet. and I can't explain. the white pills. the fake kills. the screams return and fire at will. You break down and silence the phone
you bite down when no ones at home. it's okay to not want to die alone. cause neither does anyone
it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay,
well you tell them everything they wanna hear
It's too late to crawl off and miss this. I'm so tired of razor blade kisses. my chest gets the best of the carving line. freedom at any time. there's no fear. no boundary lines. no questions. no one to fight. no answers. no coming back this time. seal it and let it fly. god will you take this away. on your back carry some weight. of a bloody fist. a slit of the wrist. you get this. freedom from anyone
The cold metal back of my throat. bite down for the final show. where you cock it back. and pull it fast. to get past
you don't need anyone
you don't need anyone
you don't need anyone...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment