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Theres nothing left.
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11/16/08 at 10:36 AM by so typical
|Its done. Today i sleep in a bed made of apathy. Turning my head on its side and this is only the half of what a half hearted man would feel like. I remember the rocks, the sand, the empty beer cans piling up and the water out there was the safest place under the blanket of night. Inebriated, yep it keeps the nerves nuetral.I'm afraid the feeling is cancer, its hands the most affable i know. I feel my feet cold beneath me and this jump i'm afraid is my entire life. When will i ever learn. When will i ever know you're real when you've splattered me and painted me the disillusioned. I can't go down this road again. |
I want to tip this bottle, break the seal, break the ice, dawn the shades, catch a case.
I want to hit every out of place hole in the wall, be the ace in the hole, trace their lips, tell them the drinks are on me, a smirk on my face.
I want to lose the burden, live in the city, here the pitter patter of my sneakers getting dirty, and im filthy because im not afraid of being guilty.
I want to get famous over night, make her jaw get tight, as she envys, her eyes dropping their load, and i love it, that crackling sound of heart break.
" now its over and i thank you darling for your love."