its very easy to lose your mind.
the needles behind the eyes
the knives in the chest
this happens every. time.
keep on roaming.....
keep on roaming....
to a place where i can't reach but the picture looks normal
its empty bottle nights and cold nothing mornings
the dirt is pressed too deep in your skin
i cant keep feeding these demons
don't know if you call demons friends but thats what i have come to
death sits at the head of the table drinking quietly
just like a good guest should....
i may not wake up each day anymore
wishing for death to say good morning
but i do still miss him/her
in everyday conversation.
its not that these tired eyes hide years of misery
its that nobody can read them
its that nobody misses them
its that they just rot and rot and stare out unto nothing
and nothing stares back.
those lungs may not hold air at the right time
heart not pump enough life
hands not hang on just one moment more
and a lighter soul may leave when the sun no longer shines
these smiles could be washed away with these hard times
but these steps will march forward
.follow.forward.
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