tears soaking pillow
face swollen and tight
breaths far too rapid
the worst kind of night
cannot calm it down
despite pleas to stop
then it’s under control
start again, from the top
mind just takes off
pulling you under
sink into the sad
of every last blunder
He tries to pull up
too far to be saved
shut eyes, disappear
this is what’s prayed
blackness creeps in
happy it’s found
dreams echo life
the circle goes ’round
tosses and turns
startle awake
eyes are still leaking
no hope for a break
slink back into dark
numbing begins
the night overpowers
and nobody wins
The following is an older song, but it has been on repeat the past few days because I’m just really feeling it. Sing with me, it’s food for the soul. =)
~shygirl
“Audience Of One” by Rise Against
I can still remember
The words and what they meant
As we etched them with our fingers
In years of wet cement
The days blurred into each other
Though everything seemed clear
We cruised along at half speed
But then we shifted gears
We ran like vampires from a thousand burning suns
But even then we should have stayed
But we ran away
Now all my friends are gone
Maybe we’ve outgrown all the things that we once loved
Runaway
But what are we running from?
A show of hands from those in this audience of one
Where have they gone?
Identities assume us
As nine and five add up
Synchronizing watches
To the seconds that we lost
I looked up and saw you
I know that you saw me
We froze but for a moment
In empathy
I brought down the sky for you but all you did was shrug
You gave my emptiness a name
But you ran away
Now all my friends are gone
Maybe we’ve outgrown all the things that we once loved
Runaway
But what are we running from?
A show of hands from those in this audience of one
Where have they gone?
We’re all ok, until the day we’re not
The surface shines, while the inside rots
We raced the sunset and we almost won
We slammed the brakes, but the wheels went on
We ran away
Now all my friends are gone
Maybe we’ve outgrown all the things that we once loved
Runaway
But what are we running from?
A show of hands from those in this audience of one
Where have they gone?
serenity through submission 