wasted ink

I once reached for their sky(still laughing)
maybe i've missed some steps
somewhere along the way
That feathered angel
i broke it's fucking wings
and smothered my nest
Now my cold wet feet
guided through the tide
Goddamnit......
this train-wreck
called: my life
I'm still peeling flesh
from this glass window
Looking for stamps(yeah fucking stamps)
someone's got to send
my unfinished thoughts
Thinking there's a mailbox
in hell
cause i've got the address
Walking down the same paved streets
'fuck you' i said
Then taking four right turns
it's the same storyline
bullshit
The outline
to my fucking life
Words spelled with letters
i just don't see
Or maybe i just can't
fucking read
Remembering the house i built
with notebooks
All the trees
i've wasted
I could not stop death
from bleeding all my ballpoints
Now overflowing
with joy(hope no one's looking)
drowning in my lies
Fished-out a few
good thoughts
Washing off all the washed-up
dreams
That's a closet
that shall never be clean



wenelson2008