When I fall – all – of
the colors drain.
Eyes of grey – oh, so plain.
No great erase.
Weight or pain – gone,
as long as I let it take
me away – beyond myself
to where all points meet
and I escape.
I run here or there,
in the end it finds me
and I’m caught up
in this world
and its
bullshit reality.
There is no comfort here
for anyone remotely human.
Everyone sells a piece of their
soul to get by
and it’s getting easier
every day
to give a little piece up.
In my weaker moments,
thinkin’ I ain’t got enough
to live anyway.
Fuck you and your real life!
I will find another way!
I will find a way
around this shit.
False and comforting.
Even though I want out –
it keeps dragging me back!
HG – 2000-2005
