they say the black is only as deep as what you make it
they say that, obviously they've never been there
watch and wave, as you ride that spiral further
learn to drown as your mind begins to linger
i wish i could say that the end is coming
i wish i could say that i saw
but all i see is more black, a darker shade then before
and i don't know where the heck i am
there is a blanket there where i used to keep my thoughts
hiding everything and revealing nothing at all
all i think, is yet more useless dribble contained in a sentence
a moment, a memory
and as i watch this reality collapse, i realise what it took to get where i am
i'd like to say i know where hope is
but in truth, i don't want to know
i don't even want to speak another word
all i can fathom is creating verbs that involve exploding and destroying
imploding on the very thought pattern that kept me sane
and as i drift perpetually on this spiral
i can't help wondering why
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