Every night, alone, my thoughtEvery night, alone, my thoughts turn to monsters that have rooted them selves painfully into my cerebral whatever.Every night, alone, my thought by ~Goombaslayer
The short and blissful escape into an unconscious sleep are just beyond a quite mind and my overly stuffed bed.
Yet my state of mind is restless, and these blankets are drenched in sweat and the smell of self loathing and fear.
So I stay awake. The line between reality and dreams are smudged and filthy and nothing seems really real.
So,
I stare into the gaping maw of a moon lit oblivion.
My weary and wet foot steps seem to echo off the pavement and into the drooping trees.
The feelings of guilt and rage are almost palatable
I am a ticking time bomb. A wI am a ticking time bomb.I am a ticking time bomb. A w by ~Goombaslayer
A walking hand grenade of pestilence, malice and fractured thoughts.
Bouncing my tired legs, tapping my callused fingers, and biting my cracking lips.
I am ready to explode.
This world and this life style makes my stomach knot and contract. Ready to expel all this searing, justified hate.
We are all guilty for the way this world is.
Letting the putrid, steaming shit dribble from our media and into our starving brains.
Making us docile, desensitized, stupid, and self-conscious.
We are not special, we are not great.
We are fleeting.
Our lives last a blink of an eye, and in that fleeting moment we take more than
they all will fallThey're all slipping away, sand falling through the cracks in my bony fingers and then taken by the wind.they all will fall by ~Goombaslayer
As This young mind grows feeble, I am crumbling under the weight of it's past,
I can not hold on to things like I used.
I lie on my back and look towards these coming days and I hope that I am not left alone.
Excuse me while I lose my mind.Im on the verge of mental breakdown.Excuse me while I lose my mind. by ~Goombaslayer
Can't you see it right behind my eyes.
And I can gaze into the silence
And bring back your muffled cries.
And I can hear the Darkness speaking
It says your fake and full of lies.
I'll bash my face into the pavement,
So I might keep my seldom highs.
The Smile i wear is lying.
This toothy grin will gnash your throat.
My cerebral core is crashing,
And I'm hungry for your hope.
I can Taste the sound of hatred,
And I adore the way it smells.
And the smell and taste of sanity,
Just doesn't suit me very well.
So it'll be One last execution,
A muscle twitch, a trigger click.
Polished l
Sta.sh
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