Thoughts...
AsPrivilegedAsAWhore
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Here it is again
I feel it all as I do... every night...
drifting off into my catatonic state of insomnia...
I fear this is my life
doomed to repeat this god awful night
I searched for something... anything
something in the lines and the shadows
something the candle's gleam would shed a whole new light on
I stare at my palms... tracing the lines...
motion
something taunting the corner of my eye in such a sharp way
I strike my gaze too quickly
and the motion has disappeared in its stillness
I rest my head back down...
training the corner of my eye to see the invisible
as I continue to trace the lines on my pale withered hand
All is quiet
4 am
I sit and hope what I write will be one day understood...
that the rhymes I compose will be taken in a completly different way then intended...
that I can leap the cemented hurdle and stare victory in its blood red eyes...
I hope that in the nonsense I utter
someone will feel comfort in my words...
in my thoughts...
I have never written a word for myself
I do it for that someone...
maybe that someone is me
maybe that someone is you
maybe that someone... has yet to be born
maybe that someone... died before I could save them...
...maybe none of it matters...
maybe... I am already to dead to save the living...
I feel it all as I do... every night...
drifting off into my catatonic state of insomnia...
I fear this is my life
doomed to repeat this god awful night
I searched for something... anything
something in the lines and the shadows
something the candle's gleam would shed a whole new light on
I stare at my palms... tracing the lines...
motion
something taunting the corner of my eye in such a sharp way
I strike my gaze too quickly
and the motion has disappeared in its stillness
I rest my head back down...
training the corner of my eye to see the invisible
as I continue to trace the lines on my pale withered hand
All is quiet
4 am
I sit and hope what I write will be one day understood...
that the rhymes I compose will be taken in a completly different way then intended...
that I can leap the cemented hurdle and stare victory in its blood red eyes...
I hope that in the nonsense I utter
someone will feel comfort in my words...
in my thoughts...
I have never written a word for myself
I do it for that someone...
maybe that someone is me
maybe that someone is you
maybe that someone... has yet to be born
maybe that someone... died before I could save them...
...maybe none of it matters...
maybe... I am already to dead to save the living...
They filled me full of drink
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
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I'm sure many here will feel that
and I think I understand the way you feel
Whats it all worth
high hopes and expectations
blind thoughts and aspirations
set me apart from all the rest
I scratch away at the clock with tear glazed eyes
take the sissor to my locks and scream for a change
Ah here they come
tomatoes hoisted in their pale twitchy hands
waiting to show their disappointment
whats it all worth
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
You expressed the frustration of our existence hauntingly. 'specialy that of poet's lives...
"Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me
So I can say this is the way I use to be" -- John Mayer