Cowering from the dark mist running through your veins isn’t an option; you see, I’m not third eye blind. The filth of your soul is on your own hands every time they hit her skin; inflicting pain feeds you. A bastard with zero regret and an abundant vocabulary full of “you made me do it bitch”. Numb yourself again while sitting in the abyss of of piss and playing victim. No one, not one person can save your soul until you own it. Life is too short; put your demons to bed boy.
There it was the dead air she was waiting for the time in between lies and bullshit. Love in layers like the onion and all that boils down to is burning stench. Can’t blame the dream though since reality holds its own truth.
Light up, take a drag Fill your glass to the rim Spill the false bravado to page
You see in your mind you justify what you did to me by saying "I loved you but wasn't in love with you".
I wish I was evil enough to post the countless times you planned a future with me. The two of us creating a reality out of our years of dreaming.
Loving you was easy, and loving you is something you can never take from me. Yet, there are things I won't own anymore. The anger, disappointment and betrayal after you willing shared years of laughter, love and passion.
Being told over and over again that there is freedom in letting go leaves me feeling inept again in life. There is a space of void now that sends out a vibration to remind me of all I am not. All that I never was and how most of my love was spent on someone else’s lie.
The shadows still tease me, wanting me too take that leap of death. But I’m to numb to move. What do you do when your body is alive and your soul’s essence has been seared? I can’t go to the Dr., I’ve prayed so hard I have a spiritual hernia. Nothing takes away the ache. Not one prayer has taken...