Bunnyboiler

[Imgormiel]

And you, so fucked up it's not true.
And you, it's never dead to you.
And you, it's never gonna be dead in your head.
And you, so fucked you don't even know it's you.
When you hold something.
When you know there's not another thing.
That you can't just know that it's everything.
But everyone else needs to smell it.
And you, sit, and wonder what eludes your grasp.
And you, hold on to something from the past
And you, would do anything to get a word of it.
And you, would do anything to get any sense of it in your head.
When it's all in front of you.
And you denied it was for you.
Then you, make it to be, nothing, as though it was, never, ever, you wanted it, when that was true.
And you, now hold onto just you.
And you, believe your own truth.
You bring ruin where it was clean.
You just believe it is all your same.
What ever you thirst it will be never enough.
But yet you, pursue, what is not you and can never can have.
Yet you shun what you can hold in your hands.
Despite the fact a gun is to your head.
Yet you, spread your hurt to the ground.
Letting everyone know what you found.
But your fists hit only air.
In loneliness no one cares.
You are left with just an empty glass.
And you, can't let go of what is past.
But you, are left in a sorry piece of time, forgotten and no one knows any more.
Where was that room where we loved?