You are the cigarette between my lips, the smoke that creeps into my lungs.
Toxic. Addictive.
Yearning for your ruin has turned to self-harm;
I no longer resist the satisfaction that your blight brings.
How does destruction create such a feeling of comfort?
You wrap yourself around my lungs, permeating and tainting the air I breathe.
Warm. Soothing. Suffocating.
The day fades away as I drag on.
Time halts.
Embers burn.
My soul attempts to make sense of the whispers that pass my parted lips.
Inhale one poison.
Exhale another.
Memories, music, quotes
(small things)
keep us awake at night and
infest our dreams.
So here we are,
(insomniacs)
hiding from our fear of the past.
Watching cars drive by,
searching the stars,
waiting on fate to heal old scars.
Can you hear it?
Whispers on the wind;
Voices beckoning.
Enticing us, guiding us to
Inevitable doom? Salvation?
Destiny calls.
Upon the morrow,
We face our fate.
Solemn eyes clouded by a bitter heart
haunting
Flickering images
echoes of the lost, forgotten
Ghost of the past
hellish heaven
Addictive impulse
cling to phantom hopes
Breathe the toxic air
lungs full of poison
Hearts shatter
glass
Dreams fade
unnoticed
Terrors in the night
visions of unseen smiles
Such history
forgotten by guilt and regret
Forever afraid of the unknown
locked away, hidden
A stranger of the imagination
taunting, waiting
Remnants of a tainted past
poltergeist
Irreplaceable - don't flatter yourself
People like you plague this town
People who walk
People who speak
People who breathe
People who lie
People who break others down
People who wear masks of fake identity
People who are toxic to my lungs
You are easy to replace.
But you won't be replaced by someone similar.
No - I'll find someone else.
Someone who values my opinion
Someone who accepts me as I am
Someone who lives life to the fullest
Someone who treasures the time we have together
Someone who will walk beside me
Someone.
Not You.
What defines an emotion?
Who is to say
that the emotions you feel
are the same as mine?
What if false identifying
of emotions is the true cause
of misunderstanding?
What if we examine
the previously aphoristic idea
that all people feel emotions similarly?
What if your definition of anger
complies with my description
of frustration
or my benevolence
suits your conception
of infatuation?
How do we know
that your love and mine
are one and the same?
What if, in reality,
they are two different notions
that we wrongly believed to be alike?
Would the emotions we experience
still be the emotions we fel
You are the cigarette between my lips, the smoke that creeps into my lungs.
Toxic. Addictive.
Yearning for your ruin has turned to self-harm;
I no longer resist the satisfaction that your blight brings.
How does destruction create such a feeling of comfort?
You wrap yourself around my lungs, permeating and tainting the air I breathe.
Warm. Soothing. Suffocating.
The day fades away as I drag on.
Time halts.
Embers burn.
My soul attempts to make sense of the whispers that pass my parted lips.
Inhale one poison.
Exhale another.
Memories, music, quotes
(small things)
keep us awake at night and
infest our dreams.
So here we are,
(insomniacs)
hiding from our fear of the past.
Watching cars drive by,
searching the stars,
waiting on fate to heal old scars.
Can you hear it?
Whispers on the wind;
Voices beckoning.
Enticing us, guiding us to
Inevitable doom? Salvation?
Destiny calls.
Upon the morrow,
We face our fate.
Solemn eyes clouded by a bitter heart
haunting
Flickering images
echoes of the lost, forgotten
Ghost of the past
hellish heaven
Addictive impulse
cling to phantom hopes
Breathe the toxic air
lungs full of poison
Hearts shatter
glass
Dreams fade
unnoticed
Terrors in the night
visions of unseen smiles
Such history
forgotten by guilt and regret
Forever afraid of the unknown
locked away, hidden
A stranger of the imagination
taunting, waiting
Remnants of a tainted past
poltergeist
Irreplaceable - don't flatter yourself
People like you plague this town
People who walk
People who speak
People who breathe
People who lie
People who break others down
People who wear masks of fake identity
People who are toxic to my lungs
You are easy to replace.
But you won't be replaced by someone similar.
No - I'll find someone else.
Someone who values my opinion
Someone who accepts me as I am
Someone who lives life to the fullest
Someone who treasures the time we have together
Someone who will walk beside me
Someone.
Not You.
What defines an emotion?
Who is to say
that the emotions you feel
are the same as mine?
What if false identifying
of emotions is the true cause
of misunderstanding?
What if we examine
the previously aphoristic idea
that all people feel emotions similarly?
What if your definition of anger
complies with my description
of frustration
or my benevolence
suits your conception
of infatuation?
How do we know
that your love and mine
are one and the same?
What if, in reality,
they are two different notions
that we wrongly believed to be alike?
Would the emotions we experience
still be the emotions we fel
Memories, music, quotes
(small things)
keep us awake at night and
infest our dreams.
So here we are,
(insomniacs)
hiding from our fear of the past.
Watching cars drive by,
searching the stars,
waiting on fate to heal old scars.