Ruination

April 14th, 2016

I am just a f**k up stitched with good intentions,

I’ve begun drinking holy water everyday,

The reason why my insides are turning to rust,

So that maybe for one more day I am sane, 

Because I am the devil who lives off of lust, 

In the bedroom is the only place love appears,

Late and lonely cries that I may turn to dust,

By the cause that feelings fade too quickly to care,

I wait for the wind may take me anywhere, 

I never have to look into the face of those upset,

Because I have finally been able to disappear, 

Let this aching body lay to six feet to rest, 

And the nightmares in my head finish their quest,

If he thinks of saying he loves me he better not show, 

considering the unvarnished truth that I'm a barren place,

Where nothing has the opportunity to grow, 

Even my heart has begun to wear a mask over its face, 

I have become a trench there are no more feelings to feel,

I can never take back the things that were once mine,

Drifting away and begin to wonder if it was ever real,

But if anyone ever ask then the answer is I'm doing fine.