Post by dog on Feb 16, 2007 16:02:26 GMT -6
no longer my bosom buddy my friend my pal
a mantle to wrap warmly about my pervading chill
a security blanket to hide and whimper from within
the darkness now blinds me the same as lightness
always has gripping me in greedy razored claws
dragging me towards it's open salivating maw
of abysmal fathomless misery ready to swallow
me if i lose my grip on reality and slip defenseless
into it's pitiless dark depths to be ground to bits
and chunks on the jagged rocks of it's broken
teeth i cannot see but i can hear the reckoning
of in the interior of the dark orifice molars gnashing
grinding ready to chew me to pieces alive
and i'm scared this time the depression will win
nothing left of me when the darkness spits me out
not even a shade of myself just a putrifying corpse
to many disappointments to long in bondage
forever a prisoner of war a drowned child in the
trenches running overflowing with the blood
and the memories of the damned and redemptionless
blighted and cursed to be a fucking Plathian
whether i want to be or not by the stain
of blood birth and kinship guilt by association
perhaps unable to resist the lure of quiet peace
to be found in sleep and even better death
unable to outrun the recurrent theme of my entire
life the need to be free unrestrained nowhere near
or far i can be me a happy dog lolling in the sun
not even a corner pocket i can plop into
like a scratched cue ball rolling across the ripped
green of a tilted pool table tired of being a mongrel
known for being a mad animal for rabidly springing
for throats because it can't rip out it's own
a mantle to wrap warmly about my pervading chill
a security blanket to hide and whimper from within
the darkness now blinds me the same as lightness
always has gripping me in greedy razored claws
dragging me towards it's open salivating maw
of abysmal fathomless misery ready to swallow
me if i lose my grip on reality and slip defenseless
into it's pitiless dark depths to be ground to bits
and chunks on the jagged rocks of it's broken
teeth i cannot see but i can hear the reckoning
of in the interior of the dark orifice molars gnashing
grinding ready to chew me to pieces alive
and i'm scared this time the depression will win
nothing left of me when the darkness spits me out
not even a shade of myself just a putrifying corpse
to many disappointments to long in bondage
forever a prisoner of war a drowned child in the
trenches running overflowing with the blood
and the memories of the damned and redemptionless
blighted and cursed to be a fucking Plathian
whether i want to be or not by the stain
of blood birth and kinship guilt by association
perhaps unable to resist the lure of quiet peace
to be found in sleep and even better death
unable to outrun the recurrent theme of my entire
life the need to be free unrestrained nowhere near
or far i can be me a happy dog lolling in the sun
not even a corner pocket i can plop into
like a scratched cue ball rolling across the ripped
green of a tilted pool table tired of being a mongrel
known for being a mad animal for rabidly springing
for throats because it can't rip out it's own
