Complete Nonsense
Bored out of my head here, no air to suffocate these memories of you. Trapped by a blinded charlatan who only cares about her own sins. Whisky is the only thing that makes me feel at home, and yet I'm restricted to rations. Death a forgotten friend who no longer waits for me whilst I look down into oblivion. The past keeps knocking and I keep opening. Too weak to stand up to these dogs which don't stop biting at my heels. Too proud to not bang on the wall like he did. Too blind to find my way out of this treacherous world. Warned to be careful of the beasts and so I live a secluded existence. Hope is a whore that keeps me going, teasing and tantalizing her way down my body, wanting me to enter. Righteousness is a tree I take shelter under when it rains and the dogs come running. Music my only salvation from this hell and yet I can't even hear my own voice in between the screams. Lost for words now, so I sleep until nobody comes to wake me.