It’s a brutal sting
of anger and sadness
redness and tears
Blood rushes out
I was never brave enough to make it deep
But it sure did hurt more the next time
Not really like I remember the previous times
Endorphins kick in
making me forget my doubts
and give into the moment
A seductive escape
Just one after the other
Each second giving way to the next
At first I tried to hide it
abhorred by the meaning
Eventually I stopped caring
wondering if it was even noticeable
Violently scribbled lines on a chalkboard
displaying no sense of meaning,
abstractly gesturing to the passion
that recedes in normal life
The cycle of grief punches through
as the dull warm collapses into shame
betrayed by my apathy
or maybe the cowardice to inflict more
I’m not sure what to believe when I wake up,
about who is in the driver’s seat
or if the beckoning will disappear
even in times of peace
You reap what you sow
A bitter end to a joyous silence
For better or for worse
In sickness and in health
I grieve for those whose marks run deep
I grieve for those whose torment remains unseen
Each time, passion fades to dust
as the subversive hum plays on a broken record
growing louder and less discernible
everyday
Heavy eyes
Telephone static
A brink of an opus
Heavy eyes
Weary of the mundane
Bittersweet
The passion fades to dust
as the subversive hum plays on a broken record
growing louder and louder
everyday