Yesterday was beyond,
my mind snapped, and I followed along.
I ranted and I raved; I let the hate flow.
Now I desire to take it back, ere I let it go.
Nothing good to say,
today, or any day,
by the written words,
I type, type, type.
Effortless for me
to release the dark
within my mind.
To kill the joy,
and even the score
with flesh and phantasms.
A time ere present day
“fuck the world” thoughts.
time is present day,
constant yet chaotic
these thoughts remain.
I was born before “mental illness” caught on;
so I lived every day through a song,
on the radio I would sing along,
with the bands and music; my heart belonged.
my words are far from uplifting
my attitude towards life are like sands shifting
thoughts like thunderous waves crashing on an empty shore
any hope washed up and buried forever more
My room is a cage, without bars or locks;
unnecessary measures, I don’t leave, no one knocks.
Scream no one can hear
Come undone no one can see
Dream screams; no one hears,
they’ve lost their ears.
Stab wounds, there is no blood,
no scars, no love.
Why, why, why.
Do you think you
need to know why.
Spread your arms, flap and run,
perhaps you will take flight, like a penguin.
I am a balloon. I float above the town, a renegade.
Beer, wine and a bottle of whiskey.
Marlboros, a joint, just you and me.
I HATE LIFE-
SORRY BUT IT’S THE TRUTH.
No smiles, just tears, no hope, just fears. No, no, no, no, no…
featured image by BLT