“Were you sent here by the devil?”
“No, good sir, I’m on the level.”
From Razorcake #71
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Give me a taste of your misery
Won’t you please come play chemistry?
I can’t believe anything that you’re telling me
The walls are closing in and melting
Nice and slow
I wanna be a warhol, hanging on your wall
You down there looking up at me
I wanna be a warhol
Displayed on your wall
Hung up there staring back at you
Staring back at you
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I never did lose a battle,
but I’m feeling further from the end of war.
Deplored, ignored, and rarely ever self assured…
How long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
Before they call your bluff and watch you fall?
I don’t know, but I’d like to think I had control,
at some point, but I let it go and lost my soul.
Sit tight, for the revolution’s years away.
I’m losing faith and I’m running low on things to say.
So, I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate,
the tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite.
This sinking feeling in this heart of mine
Keeps me captive at the helm
So it’s seemingly a matter of time as I slowly drift straight down to hell
Like a stone dropped in a well…
The end of joy, the death of truth
Came to destroy everything we knew
Lost in the void, forgotten youth
Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you
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Tuck me into where it’s freezing,
Tuck me into bed with snakes.
Tuck me in with the tarantulas,
I wanna let ‘em in my mouth and down my throat to lay their eggs.
I pour out onto the floor like liquid white from fallen glass,
Nothing to cry over
My skin went sour long ago
It knew it had nowhere else to go.
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I’ve been obviously on the verge of a mental breakdown this week…
Haven’t been losing sleep, no I pass out almost instantly
The bad dreams get worse every week
I think I’m losing a little of me
I’m getting better, but it’s in small steps…
and that’s better than being hopeless
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