The Crush.

[rewiiired]

Something betrays this,
something beneath tells me
there's nothing to be won here,

and I can't help but realize
I'm dried up on any remaining
patience I could loose with you.

And how I tried to hide from the truth.

There's always the crush,
but after awhile you grow tired
of the pressure without release
and watching the other summon
a congregation of those who
want it all, or just a peice.

Stand atop the crowd of hungry eyes
and let your soles amplify the pressure.
Doesn't it make you higher?
Is your heart warmed in the
heat of that spotlight you crave?

Hungry beggars revolving around you,
but you can make that negative-one.

It's just another tidal wave
of infinite frustration and confusion
and I'm not willing to ride
this time, my dear, think I'll just
leave this shore behind.

Save myself the recurring tragedy.
Let the damp shoulder turn to ice,
because I've become so saturated.

Just leave you to your own devices,
leave you pointing fingers and orchestrating
your own chaos, for it seems that you
won't have it any other way.

Do you know what you really want?
Do you even really want to know?

I don't think so, and
I'm so damned sick of this.
I want no part of this.

So fuck this.

 

[Raz]

Dude, that was awesome!

There was so much of that I wanted to quote...it was well-realised from beginning to end, nice work! :D

 

[up all night]

I've been trying to write something very similar to this for ages. Thanks for saving me the trouble. Suffice to say, I know what you mean (and great work)

 

[doofqueen]

well done rewiired. Hit the nail on the head, i empathise