As the day ends
I feel myself dying a million times
I enter the night hoping for some kind of blessing
But I fall at the feet of an omen
As if I am ash
Blowing to distant places
I drank too fast, now I'm seeing faces
At every juncture
I close my eyes and feel the pleasure
I can't hit the brakes, not quite yet
Floating with a shipwreck
I pull life from orange weeds
Orange weeds from the bluegrass
I hear you on the radio
The sweet distant call of a bird
So lost in the world
Make me feel warm when I'm cold
I don't have anyone to talk to
I don't have anyone to turn to
I just feel so... you know
I just feel so
Helpless in my emotions
I look at the clock and it's 6 a.m. again
Spent another night cashing in on my sins
Now I just feel so... so malleable
Bending out of shape
Taking sugar from the plum
The glittering ray
We smile at moons
But we hide our teeth
We tell our secrets to the stars
Because their voices are quiet
And the dark sky just seems
Just seems like a dream
I think
I stop and think
I burst open like Pandora
Then I stop
I stop and think
It all seems right till it all seems wrong
Then I trip and fall over my footing
Busy looking where I shouldn't cast my eyes
Looking at the sun for too long
I made an outlaw out of Lilith
The rebel in my heart
I never learned to play the game
I make up my own rules in the dark
I surrender, happy and frowning
I feel so good but inside I'm drowning
And I don't know when the pain will end
But for the time being I guess I'm content
Knowing we will meet again
We will meet again.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 13th, 2021 16:36
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 43
Comments1
If you know it, it will happen. But the nights can be torture.
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