I'm that static on a TV,
that just won't turn off;
with a broken heart on my sleeve,
so it hurts to take my shirt off.
tickling my bones as i have no more fat to work off,
I'm worse off than last year so i reflect as i drop ash,
from my cigarette
as i look into it, with a laugh.
stripping father time for every minute he has,
so I'm backing up the data and deleting my past.
my soul is a broken bone in desperate need of a cast.
my heart is beating so fast, i hum a drum and bass tempo.
with voices from up-stairs that keep encouraging me to let go.
I'm standing motionless
on a mound of broken bliss.
dissecting the open sore in my brain called "hopelessness"
the ocean is shaking,
I'm like a sea turtle without a shell,
homeless and naked.
lurking over my shoulders like suspenders.
swimming in the pool
until my finger tips are tender.
contenders lining up,
at a feverish pace;
I keep my eyes wide shut with a message written on my face.
as to open up my arms, and let down my guard,
so my moods can swing freely in this great big backyard.
where the children don't stop playing
and peoples actions underline and punctuate what they are saying.
attention is the only thing i can afford to keep paying.
and as my brain keeps decaying i watch the candle flicker.
my voice becomes a whisper
but my thoughts are loud enough to paint a picture.
all in front of you live.
my problems are a lock box
with the answers inside.