a tale of nothing.

when suddenly mere words seem too dull
and lifeless to even begin to explain
just exactly every single thing
and exactly the way i would say

so, it's best to say nothing
and cause some distraction
cuz it's more than my actions
giving such dissatisfaction

too weird, much too tangled
to draw you a picture
and no matter the reasons
no one's ever really sure

i don't understand it
i can't seem to make sense
and now the air all around
has gotten really tense

it's not what i choose
or how i planned anything
when i can't comprehend
when no one speaks or even sings

when neither me and neither him
and never you it ever was
and it never really mattered
just because it never does

if i could change it up one way
and shape it up just perfectly
i still would not be clear
on how to mould the plaster here

so as i send apologies
for being stubborn, cold, abrupt
there are no answers or replies
so no one dares to interrupt.

I don't have a title.

trash removal on this day
only to avoid such total dismay
when i want to pick up and go
and just start on a brand new road
away from the chaos inside of my mind
to whatever simple peace that i might find
when the path is marked for disaster
it's only normal to wanna run faster
and quicken my pace
maybe vanish without a trace
it'd be nice. it'd be good
i really would if i could
when i can't seem to fight
or hold on with my might
and life just swallows you whole
and spits you further from your goal
not that you even knew
at any moment just what to do
but isolation seems best right now
while these lines are forming in my brow
on knowing why or when or what
can pull me out of this fucking rut
some space to think and figure out
just what the hell this shit's about
and in the meantime i'll drift away
to silence all the things i cannot say.