flashing in the dark

"A free for all fuck em all you are your own slave!"

I cant even get the top off the bottom of the barrel.
I hate myself more then I could tell you in works.
I hate my body every day I glance at myself in the mirror.
I hate myself every day that I try to better myself.
Someone take the pain from the cuts away.
The sensation of chemical sunshine breaks my brain,
Everything might just be all right one day.
Just give me my citalopram.
Someone kiss the demons out of my dreams.
I don't want to feel a thing anymore.

Life is just wasting time down a bumbfuck road.

The horns in the cars in the street....

The wave is just another message that they just don't see,
So that's it I'm done writing your wrongs and I'm ready to move on.
Guess what I'm done trying to be the best of three,
In this battle for the mind by crooked heros verses honest cons.
These thoughts are not a business plan its survival,
But I've been left behind and I would in this city of silicon bronze.
Still we've seen what no one ever saw before,
A saviour that couldn't even save us but they can still see the suns.

Every day what they try to say to me means nothing,
But it all makes sense the next afternoons waking up in cloths again.
I wanna be forgotten please don't make it worse,
I don't want to me reminded of the wet nights watching the window pane.
I'm clinging to the thread that keeps me tethered,
Watching the airport traffic knowing that I'll soon be on a plane.
I'm taking off if I can't forget I'm running away,
Departure gates and plain adverts lead the plane delay the pain delay.

Every time I try to leave I find I keep on falling,
I stand by the strength of my crutch and losing my dodgy footing,
I look the other way to hide the feeling of crying.
My minds all out of place yet everything is here just floating,
I tried to do the right thing and be all I need,
Still I'm falling through the turntables and pass out spinning.
Silently the world has me stuck in its tide,
And its hard to wake up when the darkness is so filling.

Too well dressed for the witness stand.

[Pill]ow Talk.

Pillow talk tales of starless night skies,
And the haunted times we had to say goodbye,
The motion of the sky is breaking me,
I’m thinking maybe the world should just let me be,
The things the brick say as I throw them,
At glass moons and they fall like broken gems.

Scattered diamonds on the grass sing the songs,
Of all the broken minds and the wrongs,
That lay strewn on the theatre of my whirlwind mind,
Hidden behind the white Venetian blind,
It sings slowly testing my chemical sunshine veins,
Which might as well be archaeological remains.

The bright summer isn’t that far away you said,
But on the contrary the trees are still dead,
And the northern downpours send their bitter winds,
To twisted and confused misfired minds,
Sat on the rock bottom of the Middle Meadow Walk,
Wondering one day it will be easy to talk.

Truth be told I’m just the objector to the war in my head.