self destruction
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Why do I feel
this way?
Why do I always give you the benefit of the doubt and never cut myself
the same slack?
words
spew and
she dips her makeup brush in gunpowder instead of eyeshadow
because her mother was a soldier and her father was a poet,
“I will be a flower” Said the seed
And then he was a flower
“I will grow to be the tallest” Said the flower
And he never got chopped by the churning blade
I stagger through the gate and my daughter comes running,
“Daddy! Daddy!” she screams running into my waiting arms.
I lift her,
I throw her up in the air,
I see her flying,
I want to break her fall,
It has been one of those days,
Where I don't care if she goes or stays.
Deadlines passed me by,
And bosses expressed their dissapointment.
It was generally a day,
Of emotional excrement.
Between my fingertips I hold the key to self destructionWith no instruction but to inhaleDeep and fast to make the head rush last and with destruction in handLooking around I suddenly noticed something
All I need is a place to call my own
can you hear me now
do you see me now
This house is not a home!
The ground is shaking
and I am screaming
Cant you see me
see me now
Tonight feels like foreverWith your anger; my concernsThey seem bigger than beforeWe both yell out our fableTo diminishing returnsWith every answer begging more
It eats away at me
It is my arms
It is my tree trunk legs
I can hear my lips smack together
I keep eating
The emotions ruining though my head are empty and deprived of every little breath of oxygen.
Like a prisoner trapped within a frozen den.
With the emptiness consuming my soul, predicting the very out come of my life.
Their judging stares make her giggle For they do not know They do not know that a year ago she would drink as thou
Who are we in this parallel demonism
Like creatures from the hellbound all we do is destroy any hope
We were given
Our power dies with our soul
We are nothing but unsatisfied bodies
