Cyanide Sunshine
The deepest isolation of emptiness
Only scratches the surface of my discontent
Only covers the tip of my self loathing
And hatred for others in my circle
No calls or refusals weep for my being
No invitations to rituals of the engaging
The icicles hang from my hollow beating void
And encircle what little bit I feel
Of lifelessness and neglect
Like the embracing arms of a love one
Who has never been there for you
Razor words cut less than total silence
When you lie it means you care enough
To tell me what I want to hear
And are spiteful enough to never mean them
Some days when the sun shines bright
The darkness grips hold
And all I see is sunlight and cyanide pills
My blanketed grave sits next to an alarm clock
That screams every morning
A reminder that it is not a life I live
Merely an existence of vicious circles
And neglectful angels
They bring the darkness
Instead of blessing me
Copyright © 2009
Only scratches the surface of my discontent
Only covers the tip of my self loathing
And hatred for others in my circle
No calls or refusals weep for my being
No invitations to rituals of the engaging
The icicles hang from my hollow beating void
And encircle what little bit I feel
Of lifelessness and neglect
Like the embracing arms of a love one
Who has never been there for you
Razor words cut less than total silence
When you lie it means you care enough
To tell me what I want to hear
And are spiteful enough to never mean them
Some days when the sun shines bright
The darkness grips hold
And all I see is sunlight and cyanide pills
My blanketed grave sits next to an alarm clock
That screams every morning
A reminder that it is not a life I live
Merely an existence of vicious circles
And neglectful angels
They bring the darkness
Instead of blessing me
Copyright © 2009
