Here I am, walking barefoot across the glass.
Wondering to myself if it will last.
Is it me tearing it apart?
I am no longer perfect, shall I depart?
Just take me home now, I can’t comprehend this.
There’s a certain amount of happiness that I miss.
Another day, a cycle in the routine.
Is love lost? Or are those other words I don’t mean.
I’m one delusional little fuck.
Maybe more pills can give me some luck?
Wow that was a terrible rhyme.
I guess I’m not good enough for this now too.
| — | Marshall, How I Met Your Mother (Season 1, Episode 12: The Wedding) |
A vast dessert lays between us, drowning me in sand.
The meaningless fingers now belong to my hand.
I will tear you apart brick by brick
Until I remove the shadow that makes us sick.
I pull you in and I somewhat see
But clouds and fog is all it will ever be.
This is it, I’m falling.
No matter what I’ll keep calling.
This isn’t the end,
well…
I don’t know, it depends.
I wake up from these dreams, sweating, dripping pure adrenaline.
The corpses of my loved ones chase me into my mind, their screams shrieking as a violin.
A treadmill of death, a cycle of despair
The cancerous thoughts remind me that I don’t care.
Take me, right now, I’m not afraid to die
Hang me from my neck, the forbidden tie.
But if you let me live, I will burn the world down just to see it rise from the ashes.
Turn the sadness to gold. In the blink if an eye, it flashes.
I ramble, over think.
I bleed, right in the sink.
Im stumbling over my own feet, the shoelaces strangle my legs like a noose
They are still after me, throwing the dark matter into my brain.
Their eyes burn like fire, sting like venom, I need to escape.
Keep running, keep hiding, don’t stop.
Fuck.
I fell, no, no, no! They’re getting closer now.
10 feet from my face these fuckers stand, god damn the marks upon my hand.
They stick the barrel in my mouth, this is it.
Soon my brain will look like a stain on the gutter…
I fall into a spell.
I awake.
And it’s all gone.
Am I dead, or ashamed?
Nurse! Nurse!
Get me more medicine
Because I am the sickest patient you’ve ever seen.
I’m bleeding, don’t bandage me.
Let me bleed out onto the floor.
Give me the promising lie that everything is going to be alright, because we all know I’m going to die here.
Come visit me one by one on my death bed, I’ll whisper you a secret you’ve always wanted to know.
I’m cold now, I think I’m fading away into the black.
I don’t see any light, their stories were a lie.
Fuck salvation.
This is how I’ll die.






