Everyone just walks around and takes pieces of each other
Then throw them away like trash
while looking for another
People sick with broken hearts looking for a cure
Trying to get rid of all
the pain that they endure
Little Zombies aimlessly searching for a "right"
Meeting a new stranger
then staying for the night
And all the drugs and alcohol will never understand
They canvas apathetic hearts
Due to their own hands
Self-destructive, angry, and never clarified
That all of their temporary cures
are the reason they have died.
I realize that some of my recent writing has been quite dark. This piece just kind of came out of me while I was listening to "Lover's Spit" by Broken Social Scene. Another song on the playlist-"Kreuzberg" by Bloc Party.
Created: Jan 07, 2012xanlee Document Media