drunk on a new day.
Part 1: Knowing Yourself
sometimes, you are engulfed by a certain emptiness,
a certain sense of self-treachery.
not on purpose,
but out of a subconscious allegiance to an empty cause.
i guess it helps by allowing you
to evade the pain of being termed an obligatory asshole.
but, even so, intangible events/problems can hurt.
if i could,
i would have wrenched and ripped this out
and blu-tacked it to my empty concrete wall.
but i am no show queen.
So, it will remain inside my warm teacup of fears.
Part 2: People You Thought You Knew
in some lives,
you will meet other people, whom you think, share the same faults,
who possibly, smile when you smile.
but it is a vile emptiness you feel when you eventually find out that
you were wrong to begin with.
then,
all you want to do is toss them out into the open
and leave them for vultures to prey upon.
you will stand at the windows,
watching and staring
without any remorse
or fear or sadness.
because sometimes,
commiting crimes borne out of necessity
gives you a silent protection
-not unlike a coat of varnish-
from any humane emotional decay.
sometimes, you are engulfed by a certain emptiness,
a certain sense of self-treachery.
not on purpose,
but out of a subconscious allegiance to an empty cause.
i guess it helps by allowing you
to evade the pain of being termed an obligatory asshole.
but, even so, intangible events/problems can hurt.
if i could,
i would have wrenched and ripped this out
and blu-tacked it to my empty concrete wall.
but i am no show queen.
So, it will remain inside my warm teacup of fears.
Part 2: People You Thought You Knew
in some lives,
you will meet other people, whom you think, share the same faults,
who possibly, smile when you smile.
but it is a vile emptiness you feel when you eventually find out that
you were wrong to begin with.
then,
all you want to do is toss them out into the open
and leave them for vultures to prey upon.
you will stand at the windows,
watching and staring
without any remorse
or fear or sadness.
because sometimes,
commiting crimes borne out of necessity
gives you a silent protection
-not unlike a coat of varnish-
from any humane emotional decay.
