best friends with smoke656, clean cut looking on the outside her mirror freak within, kinda morbid, kinda sweet
Broken
BLED OUT
NO MORE TEARS
scar tissue all that left
residual callusing of 25 years
constantly searching exceptional ways
to fake it through just one more day
suffering is true solstice
no longer hungry for life
finding fullness from the cannibalism occurring from inside
scavenging all remnants of false hope left behind
and to those of you out there still trying to keep warm
tread carefully on thin ice its prone to shatter,
natural law tells us were meant to become cold and useless
it is preordained into the very essence that is matter
always be good to those around with a smile on their face
you don't want to be the one to clean up all that mess
I prefer a glass half empty, a glass half full creates quite a splatter
The fall
Life is a bottomless pit, you feel yourself falling getting lower, slower, older, duller. atrophy and entropy closing in engulfing your Very soul that once was so vibrant and clear . Surpassing Fallen angels and the decrepit rising dead, u wonder can my life get lower the this, you continue your plunge. Life is pain they tell you, only in being numb do we find our end. You crave this pain, for to hurt is to feel, to feel is to live, to live is to love, so through this pain we continue to fall,
Welcome my complacent friend to the human endeavor, for the truth is we search out pain, ,the sickness, as it is sometime called,it is as a real and beautiful as the blood coursing through are veins. And as the warmth and glow you are born into this world begin to fade, as u become colder, bolder, greener, meaner, u feel yourself getting closer to the numbness, the, beautiful quiet serenity that is death.
A newborn baby cries, we give it love, when that same man dies, we cry for him, well not really for him, for us, as almost to laugh in deaths face. For the fallen don't cry, For in their celestial slumber, the pain is gone , OUR bladed bloody tears are a Selfish act, to take a stab at death, to say "FUCK you im still here" death simply responds with a grim grin as to respond"those tears you shed shall one day drown you everyone meets their maker, ill be seeing you soon..."
So with that we continue our heavenly fall into the ground headed torward the sky. then if but for just one moment our over-indulgent under-diluted sense of self which is so often occupied by delusions of grandeur, takes but a brief moment to contemplate these simple yet, oft overlooked facts, who was I, Who am I, what have I done, was i moral, was i just, did I love, was i loved, did I Live, and finally why is my body not leaving this tomb?, then in that final glorious moment you get your face to face with the reaper and he answer you u with that same grim grin , as if to say "it is too late, now you are already dead"
