Remnants of the Past

a moment's time

is all you ever need

to choose fate

it's not a lie but a stronger truth

you know it's concise

don't give me that look of disgust

when you hold all of my distrust

another word from you

and i don't know what i'll do

your voice like screaming children

i worry where your body has been

it hasn't been with me

if you were me you would see

because if you are truthful i don't believe

that you are who i wear on my sleave

i'm so tired

the blinding light can't even guide me

where am i?

the more dead the better

like a tree

dried and cracking

you think i'm laughing

i'm a wreck

and you're there to see

but there's not much underneath

you with me there was

and this wasn't just the drugs

you joke and i choke

because being here beside you

is like beating children in public

like breaking banks with toothpicks

but when the concrete is fresh

and i can step and not a sound

you'll hound

and somewhere somehow

i'll be found

so spend another worthless moment

trying to tell me what you need

but i still bleed

i'm a person not a machine

so give me fifty seven more tries

and every time i use one

part of me dies

because being with you now

is like slaughtering a cow

artistic and slow

but there's nothing much to show

but a fresh slice of flesh

that we're eating like the rest

it's nothing more than

something that was there before we began

it's nothing

it's nothing more than

something that was there before we began

and now i am trying

to keep myself from dying

because death is so illusive

it's somewhat intrusive

on how we can vaguely be

beneath the silent trees

when summer has hit us hard

and there's nothing in the yard

but vacant memories

clouded by bad judgement

and if i could destroy what i had lost

i would feel quite above it

so give me another mix

there's nothing that can fix the nicks

and cuts along my legs

from working hard all day

but you don't understand the truth

even when it's in front of you

and now it's so plain to see

that's why you can't be with me

pretend you're seventeen

like a movie star magazine

your eyes lie and so do your thighs

about who you want to be with

when you die

another night alone

i'm turning off my phone

in fear that you would call

and wake me from my steady fall

of self decline and waste

there is no need to haste

stumbling towards the door

i always knew you were a whore

sorry it's been fun now that you're gone

and there's no one that knows what i'm on

but maybe you could figure it out

if you took the time to hear my shouts

the warm blood feels fresh on my cold skin

i'd laugh in her face

the grass is always greener bitch

being alone gives a sense of

tranquility i haven't felt in

what feels like a lifetime

could this be a way for me to run from

the most painful personal experience

so pure it intimidates me