MisterPoetry
Bluelighter
i walk along a scattered path trying to gather back my empty thoughts
toss the bait back in the water loneliness is all ive ever caught
seems times caress is more than what i expect yet nothing less
lets see if I can set a record depth on my next plummet fest
my stomachs yet to lay dormant, Ive got a gale force storm swarmin
this pale faced doorman isnt lettin me in before it commences pourin
all these grey clouds I've absorbed em me and apathy are courtin now
I've died inside so deep within me I'm way past post mortem bound
I bought the depression pills when I didn't need em and couldnt afford em
how serene now it seems I'm an 88th trimester abortion fouled but
in my dreams ive watched wing clipped angels crash and burn becoming tangled
within the net societies left out and set down at a strange angle
broken mangled and beaten looking for helping hands and pity
i left them strangled with grief in the hope theyll enjoy hangin round wit me
in this broken down city of beautiful spider webs cocooning sanity
candidly sipping the liquified insides of the slipping man i plan to be
i stand diseased within a quarantined corridor bearing the mark of proud
laughing aloud as uncontaminated kids cautiously try to walk around
toss the bait back in the water loneliness is all ive ever caught
seems times caress is more than what i expect yet nothing less
lets see if I can set a record depth on my next plummet fest
my stomachs yet to lay dormant, Ive got a gale force storm swarmin
this pale faced doorman isnt lettin me in before it commences pourin
all these grey clouds I've absorbed em me and apathy are courtin now
I've died inside so deep within me I'm way past post mortem bound
I bought the depression pills when I didn't need em and couldnt afford em
how serene now it seems I'm an 88th trimester abortion fouled but
in my dreams ive watched wing clipped angels crash and burn becoming tangled
within the net societies left out and set down at a strange angle
broken mangled and beaten looking for helping hands and pity
i left them strangled with grief in the hope theyll enjoy hangin round wit me
in this broken down city of beautiful spider webs cocooning sanity
candidly sipping the liquified insides of the slipping man i plan to be
i stand diseased within a quarantined corridor bearing the mark of proud
laughing aloud as uncontaminated kids cautiously try to walk around
