Do you suppose that we could survive
This menopause for the rest of our lives?
I can't seem to look into your eyes
Remind me still of all your damn lies
The stagnant flow, non-existent tears
The screams that ream right into my fears
There's no escape from the last heartbeat
In hell, I'm drinking from River Lethe
Swathed in my screams
Bathed in my dreams
Last October, I was a wreck
I was the wreck you made
The fragments here and there
The soul programmed to abate,
but didn't.
I stopped looking for you in strangers' eyes
I stopped looking for you in different uteri
I started realising that my life is no lie,
and that you, are not the comfort zone where I should be lying
A lie, after a lie, I convinced myself that I was not whole
and that I will not be so
until I cement that hole
The one you left, you ought to remember
Or was I just a number
you'd forget after all?
I condemn the person that raised their glass and said:
"Drink to forget!"
Because all alcohol did me was twirl my head
with thoughts and memories
and psychedelic melodies
and plans to get on the road of psychosis
with Whisky for water, and reefer for roses.
I tasted failure and got my share of humiliation
Broke my wings for potentials, and gave in to my temptations
It lead me nowhere, and I should've known better
Autumn's knocking on the door, but I'm not sure I'm ready for its weather.
I can't bear looking at this
Too inhumane to be real
And I'm just me, I can't stop this
Incompotent, I feel
Maybe if I look away, it'll stop existing
Maybe if I look away, it'll be gone
I can't watch your cremation
I can't watch them dust you away
You're slowly disintegrating
Hell embraces you, today
Maybe if I look away, it'll stop existing
Maybe if I look away, it'll be gone
Downtrodden
There's no use of running
So long, and forgotten
I should just dust you away with them
Be worse. Be less. Fall behind. Beneath.
Besieged to beseech
Betrothed to believe.
Bemire and become.
Be holy. Be one.
