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Cyclothymia –


I wake up to an epiphany everyday, buzzing with thoughts, high on adrenaline.

Catapulted into the stratosphere with nothing more than a basket of dreams and tears of fear.

There is no come down from this everlasting nightmare.

The switch is neither on or off the fuse is merely pulsating to the beat of dread.

Desperately willing to cut the cord, hoping for nature to break my fall.

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A riddle of life


I sit in a room thinking, wondering through a maze of hysteria.

Unknown triggers and abnormal fears plague my uninspired mind.

I sit here in tears, I’ve learnt nothing all of these years.

I should have known this trap this malice despite such pity, I am still thinking about fear.

As I sit in this room, looking at a crooked path. Waiting for an offer that can’t be kept.

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Dissasociation


Her crimson eyes told me to hear her

this displacement this corruption

I didn’t know this was going to happen

I didn’t know this was going to happen  

I fled in fear Heading straight to the pier

I see nothing but sheer disconnection 

No intention for ever loving me

 

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Woman


She turned on the radio
It was maddening
How’d she know I was here
I wanted to kiss her but –
I sensed her reserve
I didn’t feel like sleeping
Soon It was midnight
I walked Down the street. And back
To my place – there was half a bottle of
Wine left on the coffee table
I couldn’t hold back a sob
But…I’ve got to tell her
The sun was really up
Painful and yellow.

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Today the light went out


I walk into my kitchen
She’s here again
Sat on the floor
Chewing her nails
Waiting for me to talk.
I look at her in disgust
Whilst she attempts to
Grab my hand.
I want you back – she says
Pushing back her hair,
To show me some REAL tears
Fuck she thinks I’m an idiot
So I refuse to talk
Stepping over her I reach –
I reach for the tea bags.
The kettle is crying
This girl is crying
Hell I think my dog is crying.
I leave the kitchen
Returning to my room
I blast out some zeppelin,
Man it pissed her off
She stormed into my room
Like a wolf on a rampage
Why are you doing this
Blah blah blah
I decide to answer her,
You know why…
Fucking that Irish guy
To start my rant
And ending with the
Debt I owe.
Fuck you, go back to
Dublin find this man
And show him how
Fast you ride
I’m busy polishing
My lamp so please
Take your shit somewhere
Else.
I carry on blasting zeppelin
The door slams shut
Shit my lamp just broke.

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