To the End

“Speak from the heart” What a load of crap Cut straight to the point did this all even matter? From the start, the middle to that bitter-sweet end A strange affair A compilation of half-assed dates Boring moments between two boring individuals A couple of airheads A blind trust formed by dimwits Strangely normal, strangely plain Formless wandering in a hollow husk Dead, dirty skin flakes off my shoulders Brain-dead is labeled across my head in bold Casually tossing what remains out on the curb I don’t seem to care Remaining the same day by day; “There’s always tomorrow,” “I can’t reach the phone, try again tomorrow,” “It will have to wait for tomorrow,” “Today is not tomorrow.” Monotony brought flowers to my door You preached about Today when Tomorrow was yesterday All those tears won’t get you anywhere what made you sad, anyways? Turning away from closed doors and shaken dreams what were you fighting for, anyways? There’s someone willing to bid a “Goodbye” what are you waiting for, anyways? It’s all so maddening, tumbling, waking, apologizing Shaking my fists in anger falling down a steep cliff rising with the morning sun crying on my knees Was I ever prepared for walking this world alone; life is throwing a curveball and I’m no batter Hunched over the bathroom sink, my eyes see something extraterrestrial like a bad trip on drugs I can’t seem to break that nasty spell Viewing life through a fish-eyed lens the photo prints Hell Oh, such a horrid sight but I can’t find the will to look away Find a way to kill me I can’t stand this any longer Death is my only resolve It’s all so maddening, tumbling, waking, apologizing Shaking my fists in anger falling down a steep cliff rising with the morning sun crying on my knees Was I ever prepared for walking this world alone; life is throwing a curveball and I’m no batter Hunched over the bathroom sink, my eyes see something extraterrestrial like a bad trip on drugs I can’t seem to break that nasty spell Viewing life through a fish-eyed lens the photo prints dying Oh, such a pleasant sight and I can’t find the will to look away Find a way to kill me I can’t stand the wait any longer Death is my only resolve When the clock strikes twelve When the night is at its peak When the dark has spread through the room Striking down— a bullseye!