Morosely drinking red wine,
Wishing I could unwind
The cold dead hands of time.
They clutch my heart
In their firm grasp
I gasp
Pain shoots through my psyche
I got out, I know I’m lucky
But it hurts so goddamn much
I’m losing my grip on reality, I’m out of touch
You compliment me, I blush
I’ve been taught I’m a burden
And my efforts at creation
Are futile and wasted.
I’m hated and wasted.
…
Please don’t worry, I’ll be fine,
(I always am, in the end)
I’m merely, morosely, drinking red wine.
Morosely drinking red wine,
Wishing I could unwind
The cold dead hands of time.
They clutch my heart
In their firm grasp
I gasp
Pain shoots through my psyche
I got out, I know I’m lucky
But it hurts so goddamn much
I’m losing my grip on reality, I’m out of touch
You compliment me, I blush
I’ve been taught I’m a burden
And my efforts at creation
Are futile and wasted.
I’m hated and wasted.
…
Please don’t worry, I’ll be fine,
(I always am, in the end)
I’m merely, morosely, drinking red wine.
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You’d think I’d have learnt my lesson by now, and yet here I am.
Maybe I love the wallowing and weight of the past upon my heart. Maybe I’m just an overly verbose, romantic idiot. Maybe it’s Maybelline.
The vast mysteries of the universe remain out of reach lol
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