Curren Mood: Awake and in Pain
Alone in the dark again
What a perfect screwed-up metaphor
I'm so tired of this
I know I have reason to feel this pain but
But I want to stop it now
It's nights like this when
I don't want to hear solutions
And my dreams just tease me
With promises of a better tomorrow
That isn't today yet
And patience isn't one of my virtues
What, you mean this isn't normal for me?
Either I'm damn good at hiding this or
I spend a lot more time than I like to think
Lost in my head
Angst may be fashionable these days, but
I'd much rather be a happy
My fear is a small green creature
Coiled in my gut
Cold enough to ache
When it stirs
It bares its teeth
And reminds me how easily
It can turn to pain
It's the dragon
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