Irrational thoughts, yeah I know myself well enough to throw them out.
But It doesn't numb the pain and stress of this melancholy state in my life.
I know so, for memories always seem to be better times.
I am a dreamer, but my dreams are all washed up.
dried out and the doors to obtainment has closed shut.
I can't reverse what I have done. But, guilt overpowers my sense of stability.
I am tearing at the seams of my book of life. The cover has been lost.
Many passages have been torn out, rewritten in a different language that few can understand
my odds are against me I am just a jar of flesh filled with anger and remorse
My back is against the wall, I stand guard through the night battling my demons and fallen dreams.
It just seems better to just disappear, To just blow away in the wind.
The man I once was has been eroded away from choices and discolorations of regret making me harden into a hollow shell.
I scream at the top of my lounges in my head for people from my past to reappear.
I am drifting, flowing endlessly into places unwanted and unknown.
I drowning in the stagnant water of my life. Wishing for a hand to pull me out.
I still manage to hold my head high despite my transgressions.
Yes, I am sorry.No I don't show it. No I wont go back to try to relive a past riddled with regret and setbacks.
I just have one wish, someone pure and untouched by the trials of life pick me up.
clean me up, give a reason to sober up. It wont come soon I know.
but I can live in this isolated room for ever.
I need to quit living in the empty dwellings in my head.
and stop pacing the haunted empty hallways in my mind.
escape myself imprisonment and make a name for myself.
who knows what I will become. I wont become of anything trying to resolved unsolved situations from the past.
far as I know the bridges to my past have already been burned. Its time to move on.
In an act of desperation I need to truly get out of this.
I need to muster up all what little faith and hope I have.
and achieve my dreams, for they are all I have left.