Flies are zooming inside my head,
the empty space.
The years go by but still they fly,
it tickles.
But as the flies buzz
their voices fill the air,
piercing, screaming, shouting
but no one's ever there.
Trying to let them out
but I seem to have lost the door.
Yet how long can one look
for what's not there anymore.
It doesn't matter anymore, hollow.
I grow tired as each day turns away,
how could such good intentions turn to shame?
My salted tears stain against this black rose.
The battle surrounds me
and each crimson day I'm pushed back,
back to the pit.
How does one carry on when there's nowhere left to go?
The ebony petals open up
sucking the life out of every good deed,
pulling me back.
The rose is so beautiful how can i resist its eternal slumber.
Dancing round insomnia
blood tears pool around my feet
insanity plagues my mind
all my thoughts rewind
back around the bend
voices yelling again
but no one's there, for they're all dead
turn back to drink, joust one more, just one less
black out all awearness
be dead for just a while
swirl the rain, bite down again
turn back the hands of time.
Drip drop
take a pill, fill a glass
drip drop
gain a high make it last
drip drop
the world starts twirling swirling,swirling
drip drop
voices yelling, shhhh shhhh
drip drop
eyes go blind, blue and yellow
drip drop
fall to the groung round and round
drip drop
the world goes black, midnight lunch
drip drop
come back down what a sound
drip drop
what felt so good comes crashing down
drip drop
back to the real world,back to reality
drip drop
sad again, no rights, no friends
drip drop
three days later
drip drop
that tap's still broken
drip drip drop
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