Toothlessjoe
09-21-2009, 03:47 PM
well what the fuck?
I don't know any more than you
when it's all said and done, but
I can feel it digging, protruding,
scathing, impaling, pulsating
to the rhythm of a beast,
uncomfortable and external,
once blurred and undefined, now
sharp, stabbing, painful
to even think, let alone imagine.
What it is, is my fault.
What it was doesn't matter
because a false present
always trumps a true past.
I need to drink more,
and less, and
so much more
I don't know any more than you
when it's all said and done, but
I can feel it digging, protruding,
scathing, impaling, pulsating
to the rhythm of a beast,
uncomfortable and external,
once blurred and undefined, now
sharp, stabbing, painful
to even think, let alone imagine.
What it is, is my fault.
What it was doesn't matter
because a false present
always trumps a true past.
I need to drink more,
and less, and
so much more