Trees Forest” by Sebastian Unrau/ CC0 1.0

Tag: States of mind

  • Astrophysicist Implosion Blues

    Empty black hole
    Gaping hole for a soul
    Sucks you in, crushes you down
    Don’t make a noise, don’t make a sound
    Empty black hole

    Empty black hole
    Gaping hole for a soul
    Can’t breathe, can’t scream
    Can’t live, can’t dream
    Empty black hole

    Empty black hole
    Gaping hole for a soul
    Can’t think, all is bleak
    I must die, I’m a freak
    Empty black hole

  • I Let You

    I can’t believe you did this to me
    I can’t believe I let you
    10 years gone by, I hope I die
    Maybe then I’ll relent and forget you.

  • Sleepless

    Sleep eludes me
    When will it come?
    I feel relief, I feel ashamed
    As I know what I’ve done.

  • Mind

    Mind;
    If you are me and I am you
    Shouldn’t we work together, us two?
    In a prison cell devoid of autonomy
    Is how you make me feel, can’t you see?

    You made me crazy, you made me numb
    I couldn’t speak, you made me dumb
    You nearly killed me, hurt me through and through
    And you made me damage my family too

    Can we ever learn to be friends?
    Before we come to our end?
    Consequences must be considered
    Lest we die and wither.

  • Nothingness

    Emptiness
    Hollow chest
    Only excess
    To fill the nothingness

  • Darkness Within

    There’s a darkness within me
    Even when I’m okay, I feel it bubbling away
    In the depths of me

    When will it resurface?
    It’s there, though I may seem not to care
    I’m scared of those feelings, they’re curses

    Like ever-expanding black hallways in the Navidson house,
    A gutteral growl, a foreboding sound
    Echoes from the chambers of my soul

    I could get lost in there
    No way back, tether snapped
    I fear it will be my inevitable demise

  • Dopamine

    There is no-one in the world I would like to be near right now, except for you
    I’m not sure how you feel about this, a meeting of just us two
    I want to say more, but I’ll keep this clean
    It’s all about the dopamine

    I’d like a hit in many senses of the word
    Would you do this for me, would my request be heard?
    I know what you could bring to the table
    The thought of it makes me unstable

    Back to the beginning, back to the primitive
    No thoughts, just sensations to play with
    And dopamine, one hit, then another
    I’d definitely need some time to recover

    Then back to the real world
    My head in a swirl
    Reality must always be found again
    But we could play for a moment at least, my dopamine friend

  • Why?

    Beauty from within
    Enhanced by that which is little bigger than a pin
    My pupils dilated when I saw you
    So I could take every inch of your soul in

    What a beautiful vessel for such beautiful essence
    You were ethereal, so much so that I could not make sense
    Of it – why should someone so luminous and kind feel so hollow?
    The question swallowed me whole, it was intense

    Shit.

  • A Shot in the Dark

    A shot in the dark
    Though I know that it’s wrong
    A shot in the dark
    Will come before long

    A shot in the dark
    Though I know it’s insane
    A shot in the dark
    Has tarnished my name

    A shot in the dark
    Will I ever relent?
    A shot in the dark
    It’s time to repent

    A shot in the dark
    Not the last word I spoke
    A shot in the dark
    Once more I’m a joke.

  • Self-loathing

    Sitting there one night
    I decided to eat everything in sight
    I hated myself long before this
    So I decided to fill myself literally with shit

    It felt good to fuck myself up
    And so it became a habit that stuck
    A slow painful death was what I deserved
    According to the self-talk that I constantly heard

    I wondered if I might bring on a heart attack
    And that this would be a blessing in fact
    No desire to live, hope draining as if in a sieve
    I had nothing left to give

    So consume I did, to excess, over and over
    I became adept at being a self-loather
    Hurting myself was better than being hurt by another
    As that hurt was too painful from which to recover

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