The Restless

Ive been gone for a while and I apologize.
Things arent always as great as they should be but im back.


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You used to have a mirror
you could talk to
til you were blue in the face
and your soul was at peace
laughing over spilt drinks
hugging the moon hoping
it would stay just a little longer.

Your arms snap at the joints.
Its been a long time since you felt
what you've been searching for.
The glow of the night
lost its way
to your tired eyes
and the feeling of being someones legend
has died down with the howl
of the endless river of beers
you drowned yourself in.

The bones stacked against the wall
with a blank expression piercing
the black uncomfortable atmosphere
touching keys
to express a degree
of loneliness that makes you sick
to know you're your own arch enemy.

To kill this stories hero
one hand
washes the other
and the dialog echo back
from characters
you opened all sanctuary doors
to visit spirit to spirit.

drinking spirits
feeling the sheeps skin
drape over your cold shoulders
you confess things you
normally leave for the ghost.
you dont care if they eat you alive
and they probably will
because tonight is the last night
you seek council with another breathing soul

im tired of being aware.