A Drunkard's Tale

in a field of dreams, i lie,
lost in the vengeance
of nightmares
running inside this room,
drunk,
insatiable,
and my shadow mourns
for the lost dreams,
lost soul...
regrets leave me no space
for my own contemporary dreams.
the half-life
i succumb to
pulls me deeper
into the abyss...
my soul cries out
and begs for release
from this unwanted prison
i am pushed into.
but im bound by this curse,
this prowess
i wasnt supposed to stumble into.

im hopeless, im careless
magnified by this madness.
this strength is my weakness
this weakness is my strength...
but i cant escape...
i cant stop...
im hooked...
im addicted to you...

Nostalgia in the Midst of a Curse

I've been searching your thoughts for the past few days. Somehow I can't move on and separate myself from you. Not that I've ever been a part of your life, and I bet you've forgotten me by now.

But here I am, submitting myself to this emotional battery, trying to catch up and get hold of you... But the more that I try to reach out, the more I realize how far you are from me,, and I bleed even more in heartache and madness...

I want to be a part of you... I want to share your pain, your joy, your guilt, your silence...
Please tear away your claws from me... I'm crying in pain and sadness...
Please... take away these memories of you...