I’m trippin’ on my pills just so I can pretend I’m listening. Rivers of misery to wash away the lies we’ve been protecting…
It’s amazing that you can’t see me slowly disappearing. It’s amazing how my heart is slowly hardening.
But your accusations tell me it matters not. Harsh words slicing deeper into my already festering wound.. as if it matters not. If I spoke in the language of pictures and you spoke with a silver tongue, would you dismiss my pain.. as if it matters not?
If only there was blessed silence to fill the air. I would welcome deafening stillness because I no longer care. If this is farewell then perhaps its time to share…. All my guilty lil’ secrets and lay my soul bare.
The beast was here all along…