At my lowest point, it’s important to remember where I have travelled from
My feet are callused and sore. Artificial intelligence cannot cure my cravings
I ask that you curl within my arms and tell me soft lies until you whither away and leave me empty and miserable. You are my true mistress of guilt and shame.
I’m a moth caught in your headlights
I’m a moth caught in your headlights
We’re not good together. I have to sabotage another relationship, your poison runs deep.
Take my bankcards and the contents of my shallow wallet and do as you will. Please take my tears and replace them with a vast desert of courage, knowing that my footprints aren’t the first to scale this rustic land.
Help me help myself
Help me help myself
Together we could be something but I push the addiction to a place few have been. I need more of more. Uncomfortable in my own skin, never with a cutoff leaver and often without anyone to pull it for me. Ahhh… I punch the screen and leave another wound to my laptop!
In this obedient space of time
In this obedient space of time
Alone together. The first fraction of you pulls me from the whole but the higher I take you the deeper becomes my self loathing hole. A song I can’t sing or drum to. I walk through the rain to the corner shops in my socks. I have no one. This is how the cookie crumbles. I’d make for the perfect street junkie or bum. I’m a selfish, narcissistic parasite attaching myself to any fair game. I’m a Bukowski who hasn’t the skill to write. “Don’t try” hey, Charles!
One job after another. Packing shelves, digging holes… playing along to the 9 to 5 games. Inspiration is only fleeting. It’s a continuous series of adventures that can only lead to the mad house!
The city signs are in algebra
The city signs are in algebra
Live off a diet of ethanol. Our love was real but we pushed each other off the edge. Too many choices for such a simple mind. Too much mind for a simple choice. Give me the choice of my execution. Too much choice. Please choose on my behalf. The vulnerability of my ways, but if that’s what the teacher says. Jesus, just hear my prayers!