Sunday, August 7, 2011

Booze

Broken shards of colored glass,
Oozing blackness in the air
Chokes my lungs with putrid mass
As the shards shoot everywhere.

Ammunition pounds my turrets
And my heart begins to pound.
*Turn around to stop the bullets-
I catch myself hitting the ground.*

Then I wake to nothingness
And go about my pointlessness
Until the skies turn blue again,
Until the world seems true again.

Those things hide in darkened corners
Haunting me ’til I give in,
Shrouding all the vig’lant mourners
Can’t see them but they always win.

Vials green with filthy potions
Stop the pain from coming now.
Drown the constant, beating motions
Venom coursing sweet, somehow.

Then I wake to nothingness
And go about my pointlessness
Until the skies turn blue again
Until the world seems true again.

Hate myself for always caving,
Hate you for never quitting me.
Hate the rest for always raving...
Hate the world for shitting me…

Then I wake to nothingness
And go about my pointlessness
Until the skies rain down on me
Until my fears have grounded me…

1 comment:

  1. *What I actually heard was “I turn around to stop the bullets; but I catch myself down” or something like that

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