Sunday, 21 June 2015

No More Dreams. No More Daydreams.

     I used to dream really often. Even when I was awake. Just hide in some dark place. And dream. I used to pray, but now I scream. I used to think, but not anymore. Now it's just something empty. You know what they say? They say empty vessels ring true.
     I'm tearing my mind in two. It's become a brain devided. And it never seems to work for me. Words are inflated, smashed and elevated. My thoughts are unrelated to each other. And empty vessels ring true.
     In my mind I never want to come home. Have I ever heard what they say about me? Well, I don't really want to know.

Sunday, 7 June 2015

It Really Ended. I Never Made It Right.

     All I want in life is just a little bit of love to take the pain away. A little step each day. I know nothing about myself anymore. I only want to crumble somewhere quietly and listen. I've been told some things (never something I want to hear). But it seems that there's no point. I have almost no dreams.
     I know that what I did, I did. But sometimes I really hate myself. And I can't get out of what I'm into. I want to be free from my past and my future. I can't. There's something holding me back.
     It's time to leave. Why is this happenning?

     All I have is disconnected and misguided thoughts.
     All I wanted was to be left alone (actually, it's not that interesting, you know).   
     All I want is to breath. Won't you breath with me?
  
     But I can't help.
     I'm falling in love with you.