Friday, October 30, 2015

sick with the spin

stuck in a revolving door.
cemented in life's fucking time warp.
standing still while the whole world rushes right past you.

no end.

like a carousel with no music.
you're sick with the spin.
flawed and tired of your life of sin.

It's always the lie that breaks shit apart,
leaves them remaining confused with no way out.
standing still while the whole world rushes right past you.

no end...

Monday, October 12, 2015

The reflection.

Learning to become the mirror

and not the reflection

in a glass encrusted world

is the greatest achievement
of a survivor. 


The cycle.

Maybe we’ll meet again one day,
when we’re slightly older and our minds less hectic,
and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me.
But right now you are chaos to my thoughts, and I am poison to your heart.