Forgotten dreams, moonlight beams, all the things that I've come to
reminisce over most.
Things I've loved, people who've hated me, things I wanted to be...
Something inside me will never let me rest, I could have the best, but
it always fails my test..
and now I'm just left alone at 4am on a sunday night and I know
everything just isn't right..
My life's a mess and I don't know my own address, and I even take the time to confess...
I don't need to share my problem with someone else like a verbal disease
when I please...
Soak in my lies and personal disguise I use for the evening news..
Speak of the freak in me, Intimately to anyone who's under friendly..
I scare the hair on the back of your neck while watching star trek in retrospect..
Soothing yet moving lines I hide behind when I stare myself daydream
blind...
All these things I comfort myself with, these words, these herds of people
ringing bells in the steeple
These visions of saving grace fading from my face only to be displaced
by the world's disgraced.
Lines on my paper, lines in my face always searching for my happy
place..
Only to corrupt everything I touch that I love very much.. You, us, the
harder I clutch.
I dream of you on a nightly basis, and I see their faces, and she just
displaces in a state of stasis.
Forgetting the past of us, the midnight must
on the back end of that 2am bus...
Thinking of tomorrow with dread and fear in this message that is always so
unclear..
These lies we tell ourselves in the middle of masterbation and internal
mental regulation.
These fantasy's in our bank accounts and our relationship dismounts.
Push away the one's you love so you'll know the friendship of tragedy's
shove.
Push you off that cliff into the sea of loneliness, only to know the
sting of regretfulness.

06/25/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this about someone, but I forget now...::shrug:: I like the flow in it..

Posted on 06/26/2003
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