Sleep Talking

This serves as a vessel for my other forms of art. Dark, mysterious, miscellaneous, weird, poetry and eventually I'll try to make this into a store for my music project Kro and my name for my poetry books "The House of Sleep.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Blank

I wish I could pull the trigger and kill the bad guy without collateral damage
I need my peace of mind back
Time is killing me but preserving everything at the same time
I fall behind too often
My demons are having the time of my life
A field day in my daydreams and nightmares
Why am I a believer in my darkest hours?
There's too many people in my head talking
To keep track of
I'm at a point where everything could be lost within the blink of an eye
I'm weak
I'm tired
I'm done feeling this way

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