Malaise

The night grows old beckoning this indifference

Suffering an overdosed feeling of resentment

Like a needle filed with grieving rage

A supplement of synthetic wisdom rising from the grave

To breech the barrier of a thousand words I so adamantly spoke

Those vows were the threads that stitched this heart together

The hymns of defeat echo through my nervous system

The choir chants as I fall to my knees

This isn't what I wanted

This isn't how it was suppose to be

This oath I betrayed has left a cold that lingers

Numbing these frail bones

Like an infectious scab my wounds cease to heal

My livelihood is the currency for these cheap thrills

My pockets are empty

I've sold my sensibility to keep these withdrawals at bay

Pawning my ambition for a solace that never stays