Hallowed evening
moonlit sky
lost direction
asking why
mindless choices
numbing thoughts
careless actions
hurtful shots
taking aim
bitter words
lifeless eyes
broken heard
all consuming
voided – gone
checks cashed
runaway mom
take back
decisions made
better life
absent shade
too late
change past
future hopes
dreams last
action counts
words fly
desperate times
for you and I.
Deviation with a shame filled walk,
it’s plasma bubbles in a tank of thought,
where they merged and had my sanity trapped,
nuclear pendulum of massive dis-ease was the fact.
Now nebulous and scantily clad is my sight,
but I’ll find my way home though it be darkest of night.
Incredulous that it’s less real than a dream,
where logic ends, existence is black and cracks at the seams.
So pour me a round of that stuff they drink down,
that liquid ignition to confidence where rests a crown.
Smoldering with intent and delusions not realized,
kickstart your mind until it swims to the beat of life’s song.
Fickle sentiments with rusted diamond edges,
he said she said metronome bullshit breaking waves,
dividing in measured wedges.
Diatribes and verbal lacerations,
hurt soaked souls harmonizing in
beatdown rhythms instead of conversations.
You don’t know the depths to which I’ve gone,
the lengths of patience for love
you feel mislead like this was a siren song.
The end is racing towards us brutal fast
the thought that hateful statements
might be the last interaction is the worst
a feeling like nails in spine
an unending panic attack.
To Ink - a blog from Melting Neurons 