Truth is our life
We need it to live
Because without it, there is no life
We feed it to the children
Feed it to ourselves
But I can't stand the bitterness
Sugar coat it for me
Rain down your illusions for us
End it all
End the hallucinations
Because I'm done eating what I'm fed
When the drugs aren't there
When the alcohol isn't here
I know I'm breaking
When I ignore their cries
When I watch them die
I know it's because I'm useless
~
Life is bitter
But happiness is sweet
Death is sour, and it's all around
Do we prevent the taste?
Like a child rejecting medicine
The cure it needs to survive
If we ignore that cure then we'll simply die
But if we don't, I just might die anyway
Because I'm choking on what I've been fed
When the drugs aren't there
When the alcohol isn't here
I know I'm breaking and withering
When I ignore their cries
When I watch them die
I know it's because I'm useless
~
I've eaten the same food for way to long
Swallowed the same life just to throw it up
I've killed the taste, ended the sweetness
And now it's only bitter, and after that, it's gone
I'm dying, but don't worry, I'm glad
I've killed all happiness I ever had
Because I choked on what you fed me
I couldn't push it down anymore
I threw up my emotions because the bottle in me erupted
And now my blood is on your hands
It speaks for me, my suicide
My suicide speaks for my dead emotions
And now life is the one to blame
Because I choked on what you fed me
Led me to believe
I just might die if I survive another night
Because I choked on reality, suffocated on the hard facts
When the drugs aren't there
When the alcohol isn't here
I know I'm not high
I know I'm sober
When I ignore their cries
When I watch them die
I know it's because there's nothing I can do
I know it's because I'm watching my life recap
~
When the drugs aren't there
When the alcohol isn't here
I know I'm breaking and withering inside
When I ignore their cries
When I watch them die
I know it's because I'm simply useless
When I am sober
When I'm not high
I know I'm just useless
When I hear their cries
I know they're breaking inside
When I witness them die
I know it's just their suicide
Because there's nothing to hide the hard facts
To make the truth easier bare
But the real truth is we make the truth worse
We make it so much more sour
When we give into despair
When we're bitter all night
Because we make the truth worse than it is
And that's what breaks us inside
Because you tell us the screwed up truth
Your version of truth
And that's why we're usless inside
YOU ARE READING
Perfection of Darkness: The Fourth Book of Poems
شِعرThe fourth book of poems in a continuous mini series. Each book contains exactly 54 poems, and I update the most recent one regularly. After I have finished one book with exactly 54 poems, I move on to the next book. Some books contain themes, excep...
