The Exit
By Crashoverride
Bloody tissues ooze clues as to who was i?
secluded in the deep dark abyss; my eyes still cry
forever thinking what about the flip side?
being pulled by the rip tide, my smile isnt mine
headed to self destruct; just my luck
tuck the chin in order to stare down
the awareness frowns at my accomplishments
wondering when will i get the next hit
to erase the pain
to forsake the shame
it all blurs together
never settling down for more than a second
rewind to find what you hide
maybe then you will kill your pride
i promise i try to be honest but im not sure what either of those words
mean
they work their magic on my tragic kind
but i still feel so alone
staring up at the cottege cheese ceiling
thinking about our first meeting
back when i cared about being
secretly fiending for something else
to feel different
maybe then she would listen
negative consequences contain secret blessings
fear is what fuels the fire
if you dont see your just another blind liar
find my world
in the blue open sea
stained red by something foreign since the day i was born
the escape is there for you to take
manifested between the electromagnetic waves, the brain prays for another
day
but when i get it im not sure what to say
how to save the lost
maybe its a fight within myself instead
against myself with myself
the other guy has just as much control; how do i do it right?
the clouds surround
on the outside i might frown
and i eventually will drown
but until then, ill have a smile internally, but couragously, like a clown
show no fear and it suddenly becomes clear
everyones in the same position, its up to you to change it or at least
listen
youre so see-through but i still cant read you
i need to breathe
i need to bleed
pause the know for just a moment in order to show it how to grow, and live
as a monument to the prosperous my thoughtlessness caught both of us
communication is faceless and what comes next is shapeless
i hate the air between me and you
maybe its the problem, maybe im the problem
i am my own therapy
aware that im scared
also that i care
Comments on "The Exit"
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On Monday, December 29, 2014, Nimue44
(289) wrote:
"They work their magic on my tragic kind" that was clever, I loved it. Everyone has issues with themselves, and this was a rhythmical developing of what troubles you. I hope this helped you getting it out!
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On Monday, December 29, 2014, Flying indigo express
(148) wrote:
Artful expression of emotional honesty. "The air between us", invokes the idea of ego being reflected esoterically. Meaning there is a wall of contrived separation willfully maintained. Kudos