This time im giving up, i wont come back for any retribution. The monsters of my past are feasting wildly inside my chest. The day is gone, like all the chances that ive ever wasted. Tonight is all ive got now. Crawling back with no compassion or indulgence memories squeeze up in my throat till i choke. Take me back in time now, and show me all i used to love has become another nightmare, has become another useless faded cause. Thats so miserable, passion has been stifled. Good times seem all gone. We sank with every step we moved. Being overcome by so many doubts, id rather find a way to concentrate and start to reason against thoughts raging like a storm. Theres no way to contain this self-destructive apathy. My troubled wait for worries to fade out never comes to an end unless im totally worn out. All the signs point straigh to this, theres no more uncertainty: those who quit in time enjoy the privilege not to have to hold tight when everything they fought for is breaking down.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 12:45:56 +0000
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