Don't Feel by Travis of Bickley I just don't feel right, I feel left... Left alone in a world full of people. I know there's lots of them, I see them, I see them everywhere, a world full of people. I think they can see me, at least some of them can. At least for a flashing second. It's just that a flashing second is not sufficient. I would love the touch of somebody's hand, the hug of someone's arms around my neck. The embrace that reflects a love without conditions. A love that I can feel from now until forever. A time where everything is right. Until there's nothing left.
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As a Door Knell by Travis of Bickley Dead...as a door knell, or might as well be. Sitting on my Sunday couch watching TV. Haven't had any life in me for quite a spell. That's why I'm feeling dead...dead as a door knell. Boredom has set in, bringing along a silent friend... The one that keeps all sound within. And what I see, I've seen before. Not much else comes through that door. What can I say that hasn't been said. Why go to see someone who has long been dead. And why ring me up, when all you hear is an echo. A sound as hollow as the repeated rosary that you say, so often that the meaning of it has gone too. I think...a bullet in the brain, but I have no gun. Of wrapping around a power pole at ninety miles an hour, or drowning my sorryness in the shower, or jumping from a cliff, and being done. I'm gonna lie down now, for the knight to do to me what I wish to be done. To bring upon me just a token of rest...in a bed with eyes closed, but no sleep to be had...makes it bad. Very, very bad. All of all that is known now is just a GOOGLE click away. ALL that I need to know is at least a googol click away. Let me be dead asleep. As asleep as any sleep can be. I need it now Sir Knight. Can you do this for me? All in all though, it's been a good day for a Monday.