Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.

decay

My decaying sense of reality is messing with my personality
Honestly,
I'm sitting in a pool of black
All the colour that surrounds me
I'm blind to.
My eyes are locked,
On the dark black void.
It's like my sense of vision is blocked.
I'm in a personal prison,
Or maybe I'm just paranoid.
To look around I mean
My head is stuck
I think I could just finally be
Strung outta luck.
Fuck.
Maybe I just cant open my eyes
Maybe I'm deaf to my own painful cries.
...
Maybe I'm as dead to you
As Im as dead to me.
...
Speaking of which I wish I could visit your grave.
You deserved to be left in a cave
I wish I could say the same...
For me.
After all who am I to believe
I should be saved?
I miss the days when the things I thought about were simple.
Have I shaved?
Is that a pimple?
When can I get out of this endless nightmare that is my cage,
I can only hope you're where you belong...
Because I flipped a page.
You were chapter one
but I've moved on.
I've onto a new book
Im writing my own story now
I know what you'd say too;
"Wow,
Look,
Look who's all feeling himself
Thinking he's ahead of the game
That's fine bitch you'll find memories of me on the next shelf."
Once to me you were a beautiful dame,
I look back at the time I wasted with you and damn..  what a shame...
What a waste,
You.
A waste of time
A waste of space
A waste of breath,
And a waste of a first kiss.
...
Maybe my body is just as lifeless
As I feel.
...
And maybe just maybe you can find peace and solidarity.
It's not my fault but apparently..
You're gonna have to pry it from my cold dead hands.