Well here I sit, a cigarette in hand. A thought on the tip of my tongue, like this burning cherry I dim and fade yet seem so brilliant and filled with life.
Scattered my remnants across the floor.
Lower my expectations, the window freezes over.
I cut the wheel and turn sharp, not caring or what I've been told, about this madness.
No medication could misdirect the pain.
I'm so bored of life.
Well I sat there and thought to myself, my fingers burn numb, yet the smoke turns blue.
I could smell her, she reminded me of cod fish.
What a whore, you could see her scars torn across them bones.
Still so fresh I start to groan, I can hear this twisted piano and it's crooked melody.
I imagine this is all in mind.
Slam on the breaks and watch myself fall into oblivion.
Laughing to myself, this madness just tickles me in the most wicked little ways.
I chime back in as the light shifts, begin.
I drive and I drive all through the night, and to those who have known this empty feeling unraveling inside.
Sometimes you feel like your strings come undone.
Shaking my head as I watch the world around decay.
Just worthless people living worthless lives.
Among them I am just like them and I've come to understand why.
I am simply evil that's unjustified, so sometimes I stand in denial of all the little sins I've done.