No Place to RestMature

Need a little something to feed this sickness
all the fucking inhibitions of mine have faded
I don’t love, but can anyone in this day and age?
my acceptance of the past will be mistaken for a smile

Your idea of rehabilitation will leave me severed
but I’ll follow because I have nothing else to do
I’d rather damage myself than do nothing at all
because feeling useless is what drove me to this

Here you can let me down
Here is where I try to drown
but there’s no place to rest
Here you can tell me why
all my joy will eventually die
There’s no place I want to rest
and forget...

I spoke to her not so long ago and I regret it
sure, she’s sweet like all the best poisons
She fills my heart like strychnine
and shatters the glass that holds my escape

But there was another, the angel who existed
for me, only to disappear and leave the wanton feelings
How I miss the emerald, how I miss the emerald
but I am sick to death of this uncertainty

Here you can let me down
Here is where I try to drown
but there’s no place to rest
Here you can tell me why
all my joy will eventually die
There’s no place I want to rest
and forget...

The End

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