The Things My Sadness Brings

And I’ve been strumming all night Waiting for this pick to strike just the right chord For me to plunge my soul into a black hole Strong and timeless, a life with and with out purpose All is beautiful on the surface I’ve realized face value is cheap and trite So tonight I will be consumed By the sounds of madness that have filled this room I think I’m sick always singing about my impending doom Sooner or latter I will move towards something greater But that’s latter on and the song must go on Selective hearing and my processioned steering Moves me ever closer to another long night In this dark and lonely bedroom And I find it hard to have something important to say Because it may become cliche, dreams become defeated that way At first the scale would sway Giving me some fleeting meaning to pray Then I realized reality out weighed dreams And all my great schemes were cheap and trite But yet an excuse to up the fight Now the scale has tipped and failure nips at my soul I must admit God I was never worthy of forgiveness But I think I’ve been consumed by that wish And its not a gift you can give Because you already gave some recommendations on how to live My life is a contradiction and an addiction for fiction In these words I try to justify my actions And my attraction to the bottle, which is not to fill my stomach But to consume my mind in hopes that I will dine on it Instead of having another fit of humility