"and i can’t taste it.

cause it all gets lost
can’t figure out it’s meaning till i register its loss
so don’t you look at me like just another feather
falling from the wings of the angels
sent to protect you
I’m tragic,
and it all now shows
blacking out before the rain comes
and waking up soaked
i try to pretend that I’m far from what painfully close
and face the displacement of hating
what i faithfully chose
and this is obvious.
and thats exactly why you freeze
when you crawl behind my eyelids and peep
what i’ve been seeing
when you fall into your silence i find out
what they mean
when they say that its the quiet ones that
always wanna scream so...
hush
its not about your words
your force fed holiness will only make it worse
your force fed loneliness is scorching the burns
of what god really feels like compared to your words

it goes......
i can’t taste it.....

take a look at my life
take a look at my love
take a look at my soul
baby you cant save me
and you don’t know
that there’s an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road
"go""

It speaks to me.