long nights thinking of thoughts pounding, and wondering if it's worth hiding.
brain gripping the sounds of unspoken empty feelings of deciding.
plotting a life worth enjoying before dying inside as if it were not exciting.
describing in my mind the decaying thoughts repeating my own life, defying.
troubling the heart as if crying is the outlet for ending all that's hurting and redefining.
twisting images becoming less vibrant than imagining a perfection of a love worth admiring.
yet no such thing is sustaining hope within this shell i am awaiting in.
sitting still long enough to tell a fling from a gratifying woman pleasing the cores inner sins.
one has been once found and forgotten without second looking, left justifying a flight grounded by bad timing.
escaping into a world of learning with self expression through writing of a mistaking love that was misleading to something similar to grieving.
left dreaming of all that's worth trying to dignify my well being of how it was to allow it's happening.
reemerging as a man clinging and living with a reality speaking in a tongue tastefully explaining.
why it is who i am and why i am the way i am, for i am a man up all night.
trying to find answer to the questions riddling and rhyming inside my mind, hypnotizing with a little thing like i.n.g.... x'ing the sleeping with z's creeping.
brain gripping the sounds of unspoken empty feelings of deciding.
plotting a life worth enjoying before dying inside as if it were not exciting.
describing in my mind the decaying thoughts repeating my own life, defying.
troubling the heart as if crying is the outlet for ending all that's hurting and redefining.
twisting images becoming less vibrant than imagining a perfection of a love worth admiring.
yet no such thing is sustaining hope within this shell i am awaiting in.
sitting still long enough to tell a fling from a gratifying woman pleasing the cores inner sins.
one has been once found and forgotten without second looking, left justifying a flight grounded by bad timing.
escaping into a world of learning with self expression through writing of a mistaking love that was misleading to something similar to grieving.
left dreaming of all that's worth trying to dignify my well being of how it was to allow it's happening.
reemerging as a man clinging and living with a reality speaking in a tongue tastefully explaining.
why it is who i am and why i am the way i am, for i am a man up all night.
trying to find answer to the questions riddling and rhyming inside my mind, hypnotizing with a little thing like i.n.g.... x'ing the sleeping with z's creeping.
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