Wednesday, June 10, 2009

I’ve swallowed my antiquity
Drowned out the brilliant screams
Taped all up, the sickness stuck
Way down deep in me
I’ve grinned away reality
Smiled away the pain
But even though I try, I can’t deny
Things always stay the same
The silence is a killer
White noise it deafens me
Makes my mind sick, the darkness stick
To my soul it seems to be
Daily I take my life
From a bottle on my shelf
Dream of you, become unglued
Your memory’s my only wealth
Take this day my daily bread
And pills by cups and pounds
Drink some wine, to buy some time
And drown out all these sounds
My sickness is getting farther
From my soul I really think
The world is black, but all I lack
Is beginning to finally shrink
They put me in the ground
And now again you’re mine
I feel you there, without a care
And everything’s just fine


  1. Have you ever listened to "Gloomy Sunday" (the original version before they made her change the ending)? You would relate to her suffering, as well.

    Love really is painful sometimes. I have been obsessed with men before. It really is something difficult to understand. Actually, sometimes they feel this way, too.

    I am glad you are still writing, though, because it is a healthy way to get to what you are talking about.

    If you are interested, you might check my blog out, too:

    I have others, as well.

    Good for you for sharing this with us.


  2. Yes I love that song actually. Quite brilliant. Writing is my escape. I am just now becoming happy enough to let it all out from the past few years. I feel a lot better than I did when I wrote this though.