I have no relief
from a future full of ghosts
I cant find release
though I long for it the most
these chains are my leash
I feel every bit like a dog
I just want to leave
how long is this fall?
I’m struggling believe me
writing hasn’t worked lately
I hope those that I have wont leave me
the free world has so many that can replace me
I’ve succumbed to the depths of a barrel in need of a bottle
in need of some dialogue, not another follow
full of wholesome words I swallow
I’m still hollow…
I’m still hollow…
I feel shallow…
I will wallow…
in pill bottles…
I feel
I try to build and heal
yet still whats veiled
is I will follow.
That same darkness
I’m so cold
I find warmth in company
distance is frigid.
lLnely as echoes
no one answers
I know so many they forget a lot, or forget about me
whats the point of tentacles if I cant reach out grab and hold onto something
prison has kept me closely distant
communication keeps me distantly close
I choose the middle.
Wont know if it’ll help or change a thing
oh well, I rather have it
though I still cant get it
it’s so close now that its less comfort and more torture.
I don’t know what any of this means but, misery loves company only so that it cant be misery no longer, right?
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