posing with my notebook
giving me a place to hide
in bitter ink i try and think
myself back to some pride
crawling in my guitar
cut my fingers on the strings
and sing of yaks and sealing wax
of cabbages and kings
anhedonic postures
leave your heart and body stiff
there's prison bars from here to Mars
for those who wonder if...
incapable of pleasure?
or trying to cause pain
cuz either way it hurts
so
come
let's stop this
stupid
game
giving me a place to hide
in bitter ink i try and think
myself back to some pride
crawling in my guitar
cut my fingers on the strings
and sing of yaks and sealing wax
of cabbages and kings
anhedonic postures
leave your heart and body stiff
there's prison bars from here to Mars
for those who wonder if...
incapable of pleasure?
or trying to cause pain
cuz either way it hurts
so
come
let's stop this
stupid
game
scoots:
G - can you post something positive or uplifting for once - im depressed enough as it is - but you always hit home with your prose.
neodrunk:
Stop the stupid game? But I like playing games. Damnit... now I need to find a new bitch around here.
