A New Reason To Believe So commonly, do I find rest in the piss - TopicsExpress



          

A New Reason To Believe So commonly, do I find rest in the piss of pigs. Digging into rubbish, mundane concepts of detriment. Smearing ashes on my face, for a false pretentious statement of claiming to be saved. Remembering nothing about the filth that currents out of my mouth, soaking in the stains. And how my fingers have glided across the skin of deteriorated whores. The stench is astounding, And sickly intoxicating. Smiling at the stitches, that come undone by the playful pull of teeth. Were dead within, and we like to scab the seams. The image of destruction so well meshed against purity, My mistake its perversion- Another deception. Corroding out dignity. I only know the pain that I was singularly dealt. Off suit and going all in. I got nothing to lose... Honestly I got nothing to win. Theres a voice inside me I tend to snuff, One of logic, and annoyingly filled with love. I am a criminal, and Im not that ashamed. If I wanted to be free, its ironic that I would have to be tamed. But I am lame, a shadow getting passed by. Screaming for attention, and when I get it, I still find a way to die. I dont like to lie, well thats a lie. Im not proud of myself, when I do whats right. A delusion, of a prospect that a man like me, could ever survive. Id drown the sorrow, but the tub is to deep, believe me... I tried. I feed myself, sucking the tit full of mildew, and a reversed eye. No warmth inside, The nails scratch at the flicker of light in mine. I have found the bottom, and its about damn time. My strength means nothing against a beast that truly holds the strings. Yet if I cut em off, Im not sure where to find the rest of me. So maybe I need a new puppet master, Would it be an issue if he was at least nicer? Would I care to be slave, if at least I knew a peace- and a desire to even want to breathe in life, the thing that gradually feels more like a disease. Do I rest, or do I say goodbye. Perhaps tomorrow will be the day, I see a truth in your rites. If I can suffice the terrors in my nights, A reason to believe might finally stick inside. I cant argue against my cause... I dont understand it, but Im still above.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 08:43:09 +0000

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