good sleep will never comeA Poem by Jay Baileypeople are too insane to get close to
i get ahead of myself cause I'm too goddamn slow
i get lost in the blur of the undertow everyone so busy with their empty lives filling in the holes, buying dirt to try to reinforce the lie no debts are payed, no stones unturned loneliness is all i've ever learned theres blood in the water so buy it in bottles drink till your drown or the plastic causes cancer you haven't earned a death you can only dig the dirt so many times you have to stop and realize you have only been living a lie theres nothing but poison in the air you breathe the flies have it better than you or me the light pours out of me but its not for you i will squander it all just to spite you i will burn every dollar, misuse every gift to prove that its my choice, what i do in the end if it doesn't mean something to me, then its wrong if it doesn't have life then its hollow and sad you're only as good as the drugs that you take you're your own worst critic, you know when its fake there isn't a place for the people like you the boring are legion, they got numbers on you you'll pull at your skin and punch at your legs you'll give anything to feel a little less dead good sleep will never come you'll wake up feeling lost buy earphones and wear them in public to drown out all the noise © 2016 Jay Bailey |
StatsAuthorJay BaileySyracuse, NYAbouti tend to be a loner, distracted in crowds. cursed with being tall while feeling small in my head and wanting to be able to hide but i stand out too much. active musician, horrible misanthrope, quiet .. more..Writing
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