swinging in the wind

nothing matters anymore, with this sensation.
nothing seems to make sense,
and that's the way that I have strived to be.
completely oblivious from all that surrounds
completely obnoxious yet so painless
and thats the way I have strived to be.
dancing with my stab like movements
sleeping like I was dead
cause thats' the way I have strived to be
making a martyr out of my emotions
dreaming epiphanies on a daily basis
and that's the way that I have strived to be
carelessly caring with all that I have
shutting every door that leads inside of me
cause that's the way that I have strived to be.
making a fool out of my existence
laughing over another bottle of poison
for that's the way I want to be
sedating away the edgy pain
surfing away the fucking mind games
cause that's the way I have to be
pretending I'm swinging from a tree
cut the rope with seconds left
now thats the way I wanna be
not to live to die
but to die to live
forget the crap, and make my own
use all that I have to survive
if it be trickery, if it to be baffeling
if it to be sedating, medicating, imaginating.
every second counts.
every second counts.




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