24 January 1999
Regurgitate

I request a moments peace
But thy will shall not be done
In this hell I’ve come to know
As all I’ll ever have.

My words have worn themselves to nothing
Seemingly meaningless
As my worst fear has arrived
And I’ve lost all sense of me.

I struggle to control the urge
To repeat all I’ve said before
But all my words are too familiar
And even honesty is a chore.

One would think that after time
I’d convince myself of truth
But still I dwell just like last week
On my depraved and misspent youth.

I only rhyme for understanding
Or for a better sound
Because no-one understands a word I speak
Of my stolen soul yet to be found.