The same old beat.
As lyrics fling through
the chaos and the
broken edges stab
downward.

The words spark
an image of forsaken
youth gone by.

The days seems such
a blur as I sleep
through the darkest
moments.

I drink bitter brew
as I struggle through
the broken thoughts.

Slowly I drain the glass
and I want you to see
that I am gone.

When the world fades to
the darkness I feel
that my eyelids feel
a heavy pull towards
the dark sky.

And I feel slowly at first
the destruction of
all hope as I stagger by.

And you say that I
am being foolish to
be a childish fool.

09/30/2009

Posted on 10/01/2009
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