everyone is talking to themselves (about themselves)
By heroineyes
i'll crash and learn my lesson
that it always hurts worse
on the morning after, and
i taste the chemicals. cut my
throat, and isn't that a lovely
self portrait; lying face down
in the fair and pallid snow.
there's a resonance with
our discontent, and all our
pretty instruments make the
best sound when they're
breaking. all our lives
have been convicted
without any kind of plea.
in a letter written to
all my friends, the words
are smeared because
my hand drags along the
page, i hope they'll listen
to me. but you always
knew i hated them anyway.
surprise me with songs
and stories i've haven't
heard a million times before
that talk like they've seen
the instruments and wires
used to bring me to life again.
i don't think i can help them.
like playing an old record
what goes around comes around.
just play me an old record, please.
Comments on "everyone is talking to themselves (about themselves)"
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On Monday, December 18, 2017, Cassette
(1144) wrote:
this is soul-heavy
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On Saturday, July 15, 2017, worm
(1194) wrote:
too deep to fathom... ~worm~
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On Monday, October 13, 2008, disposable
(105) wrote:
ive noticed alot of musical references in your work. its obviously a big part of your life and it definitely does your work a favor. write on...
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On Thursday, September 25, 2008, freudian-slip
(239) wrote:
This pulled me in like a David Letterman Velcro suit... holy shit this rocked:)
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On Wednesday, September 24, 2008, Rhys Ki
(68) wrote:
Goodness.... My heart sank in reading this. I read it over and over, trying to grasp the beauty of it. It is very nicely written, though, it only weighs down my soul...