Inspiration

ScarThere's a slight nostalgic flavour
In this bubblegum I chew.
Who am I supposed to be,
If everyday I'm someone new?
There's a deeply mystic scent
In this white smoke I exhale.
There's a windshield, there's a breeze
Against my hands. I am frail.
There's a 10 feet tall giant
I've been fighting all my life,
His name is self disappointment,
I stabbed him with a butcher knife.
There's a pleasant strong stench
Emanating from the gutter.
There's an eerie nutter calling me
I reach him through the clutter,
But my shoelaces got scrambled
And I fell upon a shattered vase.
"O Lord, the blood! What now?"
Now there's a scar on my face. :thumb336487402: :thumb332019106:
love is a figment of the imagination.I am painfully in love.
I ache for the idea of a man
who no longer exists.
Sometimes I miss him so much
I think the grief might kill me.
He visits me at night.
I close my eyes to the sunlight
in hopes of a merciful, dreamless sleep
that never comes.
I imagine myself complete
in his arms.
The wallpaper peels away around us
and I wake up.
I am dust.
I am wasted away.
A bare, skeletal structure.
None of this is real.
And I remember...
his bed was even more lonely than my own. 19 Years OldI was just nineteen years old
When I cut myself in two
The boy I wanted them to see
And the boy they never knew
Hid my hollow bones away
I've been hiding ever since
Yes, you may see the odd smile
But only ever a glimpse
But my heart was never broken
It was born in several pieces
And with every passing year
The size of the segments decreases
I was just nineteen years old
When I died for the first time
I did not cope so well
With leaving my childhood behind
I didn't want to face up
To these wretched bent back blues
But will I give in to the struggle?
No, with respect I refuse
See my grandfather gave me
The stubborn heart of an ox
I will die before I collapse
A coward I am not