Well Shit

Dull

The same dull song whistles through the radio,
losing inspiration as quickly as the setting sun.
The places have changed, the people are fading away.
Inspiration isn't lurking at every corner anymore,
Concealing itself in places unknown.
A return seems faint,
the people drifting more day by day.
The new becoming the old,
the black turning to mold.
Maybe the spores will help develop.
Stimulate my brain, lure my senses.

Accustom

Surrounded by rigid mortality,
Loathing the greed.
Perceiving the ordinary,
Longing and hoping to supersede.
Instead, its all becoming customary.

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Inspired by the dark depths we hold in our souls.
Cultured yet polished.
Bringing simplicity to dark, abstract style.
Antique, yet modern day influenced.
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Picture of the Past

As she looked into the picture, she thought; Who is that person, I don't know them anymore.
"I've changed" she said, "That girl is no more."
She wanted marriage, kids, stability.
But then she found him.
"Who needs stability when you can have something better,
Never dull, never monotonous
Always an adventure, always a smile."
She looked back at me and said,
"So as I said before, that girl there," she pointed, "...is no more"
Did I get it? I could almost feel her clean slate.
Do I feel otherwise or wish I were the same?
"Time will tell for you", she looked back again
"You never know where you may look back on a picture as well.
Cause its not a matter of when, as darling, it will surely happen to you, & indwell.
Pictures can capture the memories, but some can capture hell"

The Last Time - by Nothington

Waiting for the sun
Another day of recess
Another day for regrets
Looking for the answers
Searching for a reason
Something to believe in

Tell me the last time
you didn't regret your first line
Show me a way out
so I can get on
and on and on

Bleeding out
There's no confidence
There's no time for this
What it comes down on; there's no place for this
I'll take one last hit
find a way, take a way
get me home with one last breath
and wave your stained white flag

Tell me the last time
you didn't regret your first line
Show me a way out
so I can get on
and on and on

Nothington - Last Time - Listen Here

Don't Disturb

Don't Read to Deep, I wasn't meant to be a creep...

 

Claws are hung,

The womb is scarce.

Torn apart and left to try,

Please don’t make that mother cry.

Clumps of hair piling up,

Will she ever give it up?

Not a worry or a care,

Yet, I can’t help but stare.

Back she glares,

Evil, dark, grin of death.

Discontent & mumbling breath.

I refrain...only to realize she won’t sustain.

Eyes closed, mouth shut,

She makes her move,

And runs a muck.

The panter is loud, voice so shrill.

I could play the game,

But I would rather enjoy the thrill.

 

 

Fading into the mist, seemingly trying to coexist