Hey there it me you’re number 1 (45 actual) guy for some premium lord of the rings shit right up in your sad hole. Oh baby I been blue and oh baby I been blue before now and then some. And damn but looks like I made myself a career about talkin myself outta this shit, and I’m guessin youse all been feelin it too (as well, been a while and I can’t remember if I use the double o one).
Lordy you know it’s sad poetry time.
Ah fuck it’s pointless
Give me some hope or strike me dead
I’m thirsting for it
My heart is aching
My stomach is twisted into a knot
Cut me loose
Burn my nerves off with a lighter
Knock me cold with booze and blunt objects
Fuck bein dry or smart I’m hurting
And I don’t know what to do
The thing about
Being lost and alone
Is that it’s just you
And it’s hard
To have what you can’t give
Make a life outta giving hope
Needed or not
Seen or heard
And what’s left
When it’s just you who is empty
And I know
It would be worse
If it all was just chemicals
And drugs and money and freedom
Was the answer
It would drive me nuts
And I’d never be happy again
Sated and not lost
Because there was never a place
To be found
But hey there
Where is that voice
That keeps you going
Warm and kind and slow
And ever at the last minute
Where is that voice
That says it’s bad
Lord knows its bad
But there is the end of it
Somewhere
Maybe not soon
But ahead
Where are those flashes
Of smiles and drinks and firelight
Where is that sinking sensation of peace
The spiteful humour of resolve
The coughing laughter of a drowning man
I need it now
While this poem is bad
And going nowhere
While I’m failing and stabbing myself
I remember
Getting addicted to a song
Entirely sad and hopeless
Because I felt, stronger than I ever had
This is my fight
To push back
Against despair so strong
And thick in the air
It feels right
To throw myself
At this cause
Though it hurts me
Because enough pain
And it becomes a task
And there is my hope
To make this end of myself
A long and bitter campaign against despair
To grow old a warrior
And maybe all you can do
With your despair
Is to throw it back
At the wall in front of you
Then here it is
A cry to the light at the end of the tunnel
Grasp me
Hold me
Pull me close
And far away from this sad fate
From a wretched end of failed hope
And let me grasp
Any I can
And take them with me
