Bruised.

I'm selfish as selfish comes, your giving me a run for my money.

Skillfully

undressing the words with the tip of my tongue

forcing them into the ears of those within reach.

 

Drunken and billegerent

I cannot type nor can I hear

fist on wood, the front door stays shut

and I stay kneeling on the bathroom floor.

 

These lights should never be this bright

this tile should never be this filthy

and I should second guess my ability

to trash everything I've ever worked for.

 

2:46, and I feel my brain pouring out from my ears

sliding down the side of my face and the side of my body

clearing away bits of dust and spiderwebs

from lack of trust and innability to feel loved.

 

Driving home which is not my house at all,

And theres cop cars in the parking lot

The speedometer is engaged to 70,

while still dangerously flirty with the big eight-oh

 

Theres hardly a difference between medicine and poison,

hardly a difference between drunk and lack of real compassion for anyone.

 

Soaked in eachothers ambition,

Just a bunch of kids still believing they could change the world.

Fighting and thrashing in the pit

a huge wound that never managed to seal itself back up.

 

I will never manage to seal these wounds back together,

without the help of a seductive moshpit

or the bump and shove

of a fellow teenage disaster.

Author's Note

I hate how it ended. Hopefully I'll come up with something better.

Don't get drunk the night before you have to go to a concert.
Violent moshpits bruise enough as it is.

Underoath , Saosin, and Devil Wears Prada.
yes, I am bruised.

Reviews

[Zatoichi]

Theres hardly a difference between medicine and poison,
hardly a difference between drunk and lack of real compassion for anyone.

great line, great realization. wish i had half as much sense when i was i. Z

[Lola Nation]

drunkeness lacks compassion - lacks feeling at all, which makes it easier to stand around in a circle shoving one another for the sake of music - why else would we do such things? :0)