Off The Top of My Head

And I escape reality
For there is sorrow in me
And I escape reality
For there is no where else to be.

And I run from bad thoughts
For they are gnawing at my mind
And I run from bad thoughts
For they are evil of all kind.

And I burn the past
That same old one line track
And I burn the past
To which there is no going back.

At what point did we become such monstrous fiends?
Singing songs of slain enemies who were once friends,
With tired eyes looking for love in negative places,
To replace the void left by the people who tore us to pieces,
Settling for whatever comes our way; the one paved with crushed hopes,
With every failed friendship an ornament to adorn, necklace of ropes,
Cuts of past and bruises yet to incur, displayed by emotions which makes little to no sense,
A quick end would be the only deliverance from this miserable existence.