I’ll be waiting for you there
I won’t stop waiting
I’ll be there
I’d leave Mars; I’d do it fast,
But it’s already too late for that.
Angel from the underworld
Devil from paradise
You’ve become my favorite vice.
It casts it’s eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity
theres a sadness welling inside of me that disguises itself as apathy.
I always remember that I can never truly trust.
every ounce of unabashed love I’ve ever harbored has begun to rust.
I’m covered in dust that I brush off by laughter, but I’m unable to reach the ever-darkening corners in the room that is my consciousness.. that continues to spread as if it were mold. It eats at me gradually, leaving a residual pain accompanied with every fond memory.
is it maniacal laughter or an attempt to stuff away the pain?
Is it silliness or is it an escape?
Hands as soft as the fragility of your ego
You compensate by making every woman whom you encounter feel disposable.
God forbid you actually show yourself
What makes you whole
Or what would feel that hole inside of you
That you desprately try to fill
with women and substances that make you ill.
Forever scathingly searching for content to fill the vapid hole that is your existence.
you live by the adage that bliss is ignorance.
The devil’s in the details, you know all too well.
Just gotta keep it moving, better not dwell.
you’ve created your own personal hell.
but your ego only allows you to tell yourself you’re doing well.
The ship to stability has long since sailed.
it’s been a long time since I’ve been truly inspired as I’ve been plagued by the struggle to survive coupled with carnal desire.