Nothing More Than Mischief
He's tryin' to get drunk
I'm tryin' to forget I exist
We're both lost in this infinity
Trying to lose our minds
Escape from this reality
Going down without a fight
It was nothing more than mischief
Trying to get high
Counting at the seconds
Begging to go fly
Broken was our bones
We're nothing more than worthless
Paint our hearts in black
Now we're fading in your mind
He walks down the street with something missin' in his eyes
Those orbs of brown They say
Are tryin' to understand why
I draw all the lies that are true in my light
Those falsehoods They say
Are tryin' to come to life
It was nothing more than mischief
Trying to get high
Counting at the minutes
Waiting till we cry
Broken was our bones
We're nothing more than worthless
Paint our hearts in black
Now we're clashing down your fashion
Yet we're invisible in your eyes
Within us are the hollows
That curse us deep inside
Within us are our stories
That tell us what to be
'Cause Darling
You can't make something
Out of nothing
And not understand why
Because...
He was tryin' to get drunk
I'm tryin' to forget I exist
We're both lost in this infinity
Trying to lose our minds
Escape from this reality
Going down without a fight
@Adrenalineparty this is for you, inspired by their novel Folie Á Deux
YOU ARE READING
Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poetry"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
