The tissue is falling apart

[exoiced]

I find everything I read to be cliché
And all the things
These random people say
Sitting around me
Passing me by
Some on screen conversation
The re-play

Twisted feelings and frayed nerve endings
Complicated words can’t mask the fear
Or the decadence of their decay
Would you cut me loose?
Let me fall
Or let me drift away

On my floating spine
Punish me with empty taunting
Knowing that I’ll turn out fine
Harass me like some hunted prey
Then realize
I’m the one that got away
Haunting you know

So get down on your knees and pray
That all these things will have no meaning
Cursed drone in the back of your throat
A running nose
Deep in your skull
All is itching
The tissue is falling apart

Brow of Calm

 

[up all night]

This one rings so true and I especially love the title. Nice work.

 

[(Wordy)]

Yeah, I like it.

The last stanza really leaps, and lands somewhere else...

By the way, I love the way your blog blends text and image. You have an eye for natural beauty, and the layout allows this to come to the fore. Inspiring stuff!

 

[exoiced]

wow, thanks for the appreciation, i'm quite flattered. :D