skyscrapers — are crumbling — mountains move in my path
the streets lights — are twisting — pulling me to the earth
My veins are anchored in this city — I am defeated by this lack of conviction
I am crushed — by 800 miles — eyes widened in self loathing
when the fucking dirt proves stronger
than the most pure emotion that I’ve ever fucking had
so what is left in life — but my destruction?
why do my lungs still gasp — when I no longer breathe for you?
where is the truth in my existence — when I have been cut off from
your tender fingertips — all that I’ve known falls down around me
every twisting tree and dead end street reminding me of you
taking me back
a year
my life crawls on without you — amongst the endless snowing sheets
disheartening moments of salvation come to me only when I am asleep
I no longer stomach the denial — hiding the weakness of my being.
the day to day has been a slow blur since you left
only (your) forgiveness sets me free
free
the bridges — collapsing — hillsides are growing fast
the pavement — is shifting — quicksand controls my will
I question life and its true meaning
I am defeated by this feebleness of will
frenzied thoughts arrest my mind
as I descend towards my eminent destruction
the only thing I can rely on — when I lie even to myself
skyscrapers — are crumbling — mountains are closing in my path
the streets lights — are twisting — pulling me to the earth
My veins are anchored in this city
I am defeated by this lack of conviction
am i already dead? I proceed hollow — unloved
I am our burnt out memory — self muutilation is my mainstay
tear me away — from the pictures of your face
pry my eyes from your written word
tear me away — from the bondage of regret
convince me that I am alive
this is the end — the end of everything
all I held dear — has slipped from my grasp
this is the end — the end of everything
all whom I’ve loved — are fucking memories
this is the end — the end of everything
as I am ripe — for this demise
this is the end — this is the end of everything
I kneel — godless and beaten
I long for moments when my eyes aren’t blinded by emptiness.