Dead At Heart

Everything collapses in one fluid motion as my love runs wild...

Every drip is held back and fired at a feriously wanted speed...

Giving me what I need..what I need

Party after party, my mind is feeding on temporary satisfaction..

Every touch is a sensation that offers pleasure but not enough to bring closure..

I constantly flee to find more than what I got before...

Spending a day in the park, looking at the sky, seems to be a total bore

For it will only help me remember..it won't help me forget...

 

After every hit from life you would think I would awake..

But I am dead in all that ways it use to be able to reach me...

Too obnoxious to calmly live, too stubborn to understand...

I make many mistakes but I am still a man..

I'm not an insane creature but I am not a helpful teacher...

The only way I clearly know how to feel is when i'm deep and far gone..

Lost into another world far away from pain..

Drinking helplessly, but still occasionally wondering why i'm not the same...

 

I'm stuck in this stupid game and I can't find the right footing...

Step by step I stumble and gain a new scar as a reminder on how I can't let everything go...

I put on a foolish show and break hearts because I use them for what their bodies know...

I drink to this life, this terrible life, but I fear it too much to look deeper...

All I know is that if anybody wants me I am not a keeper...

But I still remember the next party tonight and the girl whose waiting for me within the beautiful, beaming light...

Even if its wrong, i'll grab her hips and look into her eyes...

Slip my hand through her hair trying to forget my hellish awakening..

I'll let myself die more even if  my own two arms can't carry me...

Once again, I'll gnore the words that echo against my heart...

Screaming, murmuring, fading into one little box in the corner..

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

This is an absolutely awesome piece. Very intense, and wonderfully written. Great description of pain and addiction. Keep up the great writing.