Square Patterns

you can't even see what it is

but when darkness comes closer

to stab you in the back

I'll be watching

meaningless patterns disapearing

dark air catching up

with all the words they always said

repetedly using the same exuses

making up new lies

to make them think that what they have

is really worth living

with no meaning

nothing will make ameds

When that other half has passed

you won't feel more content

with how you lived your life

supperssing the truth

will never do you any good

They never stopped to think

if any of the things

they ever did made any difference

to anyone but thenmselves

Because no matter how hard i try

prohibition never stood a chance against exhibition

When my journey ends

I want to die outside in

I want my limbs to be tired

I don't know much,

but i do know this:

I'm no where near the best years of my life