blindedbyfear
Bluelighter
Flashing between worlds
In your mind, and that
Far away universe you
Never seem to find
I can't fathom your
Reasoning or rationalization
Throw the most complex
Methods of deduction
To justify your denial
Of the only universe you
Have substance in which
To believe.
And this image, painted
Black and white in
Still life is the only memory
I have left to hold onto
Of the days when you
Seemed level headed and your
Deception had yet to
Seep through the cracks
Of my mind, where
Everyday a thousand
Thoughts seem to slip
Away, except those I
Need to hold onto the
Most
I'm so sick of hearing
You swirling those
Thoughts of angst in
My mind, and I'm so
sick of seeing you from
Miles away, throw
Everything you could've
Been into the wind
I'm so sick of hearing others
Trying to place the blame
On something for your early
Exit from this one place
That remains so true (my heart)
I'm so sick of your steep
Decline into the nether
Regions of my subconscious
Mind, and I'm so fucking sick
Of your suicide, because
What is real is what pulled
That fucking trigger and
Took it all away
Even though you never gave a
Fucking thing.
In your mind, and that
Far away universe you
Never seem to find
I can't fathom your
Reasoning or rationalization
Throw the most complex
Methods of deduction
To justify your denial
Of the only universe you
Have substance in which
To believe.
And this image, painted
Black and white in
Still life is the only memory
I have left to hold onto
Of the days when you
Seemed level headed and your
Deception had yet to
Seep through the cracks
Of my mind, where
Everyday a thousand
Thoughts seem to slip
Away, except those I
Need to hold onto the
Most
I'm so sick of hearing
You swirling those
Thoughts of angst in
My mind, and I'm so
sick of seeing you from
Miles away, throw
Everything you could've
Been into the wind
I'm so sick of hearing others
Trying to place the blame
On something for your early
Exit from this one place
That remains so true (my heart)
I'm so sick of your steep
Decline into the nether
Regions of my subconscious
Mind, and I'm so fucking sick
Of your suicide, because
What is real is what pulled
That fucking trigger and
Took it all away
Even though you never gave a
Fucking thing.