this is your brain in a coma
this is your heart in formaldehyde
this is your thought on pause
this is your tongue tied
this is a guitar breaking
this is a piano smashing
this is a voice snarling
this is a cymbal crashing
this is a year in a coma
this is a life in formaldehyde
this is your thought stopped
this is your hand tied
this is a mind breaking
this is a viewpoint smashing
this is a finality snarling
this is a symbol crashing
this is a story
this is a trend
this is a means, and
this is the end
i need this taste off my lips;
alcohol and hormones,
a rodeo poster burned into my eyes
and i can feel his aching.
disconcerting and uneasy,
this leaves a scar upon my mind;
and i dont know what im doing.
making excuses now
for what?
my esophagus shakes for him.
my eyes have aborted their mission
and im left defeated.
once again, i apologize.
how...
do we fly?
when...
we have no wings.
who..
do we hurt?
when it's just us.
it's two in the morning?
really?
let's.
go to sleep.
and to dream...
smut!
of the mind...
when...
flight is elusive.
for?
always.
for: ever and ever.
booze!
that song again.
is it?
such...
endeavors?
they make us.
blind no more...
confused no more...
behold! reality!
or, rather...
my version?
of it.
welcome
to?
elsewhere.
Current Residence: elsewhere. deviantWEAR sizing preference: big and baggy. Print preference: something that makes me think. Operating System: brain. Personal Quote: "so, what, the drapes match the carpet?"
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
muse, a perfect circle, sloan, our lady peace, nirvana, foo fighters, coldplay.