Tuesday
Perpetual Dream State of Mind
I’m tired of blaming
I’m sorry for playing innocent
I understand now but still…
I lie alone early
Waiting for the dark to take away these blue
Hoping that the nothingness
Will numb this pain
Every destruction begin
With a full bottle then empties,
Begging to be used and consumed
The same plea as the one who’s holding it
The cessation of sound
The blaring light of the box
Drives me closer to making the mistakes
That would only leave me hollow
Friends seems overrated
Pushing those that I cared away
Nothing can cure this
Sing me a bitter song
Makes me feel better
Cruising the empty road
Keeps me sane in eyes of others
xoxo
Rollo Tomassi
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