The Old Punching Bag

I’ve made it months, even years, in solitude’s embrace

but Nothing has shown me what I cannot create.

Stuck on this compendium of mortality,

a line without a flaw.

I can never bring the life back to his withered breast,

dead at 18 years, now my head’s a fucking mess.

Everyone is waiting for the end of the line.

Immutable truth

There is nothing that can take what is dead

There is nothing that can take what is dead and make it green

There is nothing that can take what is dead and convince it to grow

Vessel is deserted (dirt)

Capillaries dry (holds)

the world soldiers onward (no)

the line is absolute (sway)

Lament’s only verdict (over)

the line is absolute (me)

No sway over me.

I’m getting on that plane, I’m leaving you behind
No, there’s nothing you can say to drag me back
Not this time. Tomorrow has arrived
I may have outstayed my welcome
You’re the only reason I stayed this long
You’re the only reason I came in the first place
And now you’re the reason I have to leave this town
You’ve already written me off, you won’t even notice I’m gone
Why sacrifice happiness and stay here to wonder why two people can’t get along ?
Some vicious words, well those words are not retractable
This ticket is my response, and it’s just as irreversible
This is my final decision
I’ve served my time inside this prison
And this may be my only chance to run
So I will pack my things, tuck tail and run
Tomorrow my new life begins, and everything will change
And I won’t look back, not for one moment
I’m getting on that plane.

thatcrsbeat:

Skarp - Requiem

andrewjasonjihad:

Dinosaur Jr - Just Like Heaven (The Cure cover)

Thanks Dancing Houses.

suffering-soul:

Lentic Waters | A Father’s Death