screaming inbetween

pages of a diary

i was finished before i started & now i am screaming out loud on the sofa at my brother's dreaming of the past. living wasn't hard & now i am slowly dying every passing year. losing sense of touch & the thrill of wanting to become something. i'm numb.

trust isn't real so let me believe the lie. tell me i am beautiful & there is no one that gets you like i do. settle down & drink that cocktail. let's get drunk & make love like we used to when we still "knew" it was real. demons are in the details, angels lead the arguements & the poets piss away their words on a bar stool.