This Day is Gone
destiny shadows over me
a quest to sanctuary
complacency my enemy
i must resist the vacuum of everyday velocity
i need this too much
im just wasting time
i cant help but feel im falling off surreal
alone and stoned
sometimes drinking to make pain rhyme
give me time
give me time
ive got one foot leading me astray
and i cant feel much of the rest of me
i must be losing my mind
i doubt every crime of passion
but i cant seem to stop my reaction
to her naked invitations
and who am i hurting or deserting
nothing more than faithless obscurity
worshipped idols of my childhood
decline into fables
of someone else's divine
church of symbols and design
im not worried
im just tired
bored of this place
its rules, its equilibrium
my inner ear unbalanced and queer
i cant help but let
whatever happens
im not upset
i deserve what i get
amused at your regret
like a record i play out
tune out the ordinary doubt
the sufferable disease of saying please
when you just want to explode into rage
and break through this cage
for no other reason
than to see the look on your face
and take away your tame safe place
the jungle devours and displaces
your manicured myopic world
and i am finally hurled
into the chaos of my birth
and i drown in my death
i breathe in poison and i laugh
at the void beneath me
your worried lines strike hysterically
you have no idea of the life you lead
id rather bleed fire and writhe in brimstone
than spend another night
alone by your side
i cant help but hide
my sorrow and shame
i couldnt have chosen a better person to blame
for my misery and our history
tomorrow ill wake up scrubbed clean of my name
and this game we play each and every day
ill be on the highway
naked and unafraid
wishing for the next semi to take me away....
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