pound-pit.

[rewiiired]

The days are numbered, but I lost count.
World's still spinning, but its upside down.
Or am I standing on my head again?
Or did the hourglass fall on its side
and roll right off the coffee table?

I try and figure out what angle
to take now to try to be complete,
not to numb or divert or supress,
but to find some honest hope
and all-around scerenity

and all I find are a pair of lifted,
outstreched palms and raised shoulders
and a sheepish look from that
zombie twit that stares back
from every reflected suface,

running low on meaning,
dangerously high on nihilism,
ruthless disregard for common sense
and distate for every hand that feeds
the only remaining things fueling purpose

its not that I'm running
in circles or even eclipses,
its like I'm seeing how high I can jump
without moving anywhere on the ground at all,
and not to reach any concievable sky,

but to slam, with each jump,
my feet each time to the floor
to slowly poud a pit that'll
make a grave so deep
so that one day, if I keep it up,
I'll actually have solid ground
to reach for.

 

[LivingLegends]

i absolutely love it.

edit: i more than love it. i feel it

 

[SnowFrog]

I have been sitting here all day at work, going through words and I am so mad and frustrated that I can't decide if reading words today is good or bad for me. But one thing I am completely sure bout, it that u are a fanasitc writer and I look forward to reading everything u bring to the table.

~B