stream of consciousness - 05/12/12

[Raz]

pining for friends who never held
though you held them back
missing the things you never had
you saw them on tv
you read the news today, o boy
your heart fell and there is no darkness in this quiet shatter
no romance
only pieces everywhere
cut bare feet
promises you made to yourself
turned into prisons
the music's never loud enough
the spiral ended some time ago
topography betrays you now
like language
feeling
self control
self confidence
life
and death
death failed you the most
you smell it at the bottom of every bottle
the end of every lonely night
before weariness outruns intellect
just one more time
and sleep is sometimes escape
but never victory.

 

[Tude]

"Promises[...] turned into prisons," I like that!

 

[ForEverAfter]

there is no darkness in this quiet shatter

...

the end of every lonely night
before weariness outruns intellect

...

Beautiful.