Stare into oblivion,
a narcotic stimulated nightmare,
a wasted millennial
with a begging bowl of despair,

A career in his head,
under construction, he says,
caution, no vision ahead,
the only story he plays,

Obsessions with the past,
tied to splintered ends
memories amassed,
which ones will he defend?

He indulged in virtual therapy,
a waste of time,
followed by lyrical obscurity
regret with a rhyme,

The addictions that he embraced,
were bound to stay,
a chaotic mind that tried to erase,
the virtues that pave his way,

He dreamt of his desires,
and how they faded away,
all that he required,
was hyper depression to end the day.

Continue reading “Nightmare”

Reversal

Heavily inspired by the song Lazarus by Steven Wilson. The song is about loss and about a mother reaching out to her child from beyond the grave. I attempted to bring forth a version presented from the point of view of the child reaching out to his mother from this realm. It follows a tune similar to the one in the song.
Feedback would be very much appreciated!

As a chilling touch,
scrapes my elbow,
I can feel your icy scent
through the morgue,

and then a voice inside my head,
breaks into a monologue,
you say,

Hold me now,
cause I’ll be gone, nevermore,
as my mind is revealing,
all the things I’d never shown,

Your words still lingers,
they help me cope,
for in the darkness of my world,
you were my hope,

So hold me now,
cause I’ll be gone, nevermore,
as my mind is revealing
all the things you’d never know

So hold me now,
cause I’ll be gone, nevermore,
as my mind is revealing
the time lost in woe,

Oh Mother, I’m so sorry,
I could not hold onto you,
my vision seems so blurry,
tears have run through,

(all these years are screaming, as silence now holds onto you)

So hold me now,
cause I’ll be gone, nevermore,
as my soul is revealing,
all the things i let go,

So hold me now,
cause I’ll be gone, nevermore,
as my soul is revealing
the world I let go…

 

Spirit

Inspired by the song Nothing Compares to you  – covered by Chris Cornell.


It’s been 2 years and 15 days,
and I’m glad to see your back,
but you return, in every drunken haze,
the voice that leads every throwback,

You arrive once again,
sweet sullen symphony,
its crazy how a voice can drain,
all forms of sobriety

I feel worn out,
I’m tired of listening,
You go on about,
How I’ve been drinking,

to avoid you, 
and your conversations,
nothing seems true,
just like your expectations,

your voice makes me sweat,
as your monologue is heated with threats,
I light another cigarette
smoke away my regrets,

I just want another drink,
to drown out your voice,
damned if i could think,
that you were giving me a choice,

I look at you, in tears,
as you stare back with limp eyes,
questioning all of these years,
had I spent them living lies?

despair begins to revel
as I try one last time,
to deal with my devil
parley with a pantomime,

I try to seduce you,
serenade you with my squabbles,
but tonight you stay true
to the illusions of the bottles

you walk away,
and I’m rooted like a stone,
good riddance for the day,
as the alcohol numbs me to the bone

i feel lost,
I’m tired of following,
our paths, which crossed,
and the decadence you were offering.

So I let sleep carry me through,
as your voice is receding,
nothing compares to you,
as I feel the world fading.

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