ButrosButros_Grantos
Bluelighter
2 things:
Thing 1:
Was this what I sought all along? Or am I just busy using excuses?
I miss a time of sadness. That was emotion that was real.
Oblivion’s over-rated. I’m sorry I can’t be a better person.
If we had met years ago, I would have swept you off your feet.
But I’m too busy immunising my soul, too busy to do any spring cleaning.
Too busy thinking of what could, would or should have been.
The busier I am the less busy my brain, keep working, keep thoughts away.
Oblivion’s over-rated. I’m sorry I can’t be a better person.
Thing 2:
I revel,
in misery.
I use it.
I delight,
in other’s misfortune,
it isn’t mine.
I take what I want from who offers it.
I use it all.
I wonder if those I use,
will be angry,
or upset,
or happy,
to know the extent of my callous grip.
Solace in an empty bottle of beer.
Hating a perfect sunset.
It has no right.
What have I become?
Thing 1:
Was this what I sought all along? Or am I just busy using excuses?
I miss a time of sadness. That was emotion that was real.
Oblivion’s over-rated. I’m sorry I can’t be a better person.
If we had met years ago, I would have swept you off your feet.
But I’m too busy immunising my soul, too busy to do any spring cleaning.
Too busy thinking of what could, would or should have been.
The busier I am the less busy my brain, keep working, keep thoughts away.
Oblivion’s over-rated. I’m sorry I can’t be a better person.
Thing 2:
I revel,
in misery.
I use it.
I delight,
in other’s misfortune,
it isn’t mine.
I take what I want from who offers it.
I use it all.
I wonder if those I use,
will be angry,
or upset,
or happy,
to know the extent of my callous grip.
Solace in an empty bottle of beer.
Hating a perfect sunset.
It has no right.
What have I become?
