Are we there yet?

Posted May 8, 2007

So close I can almost taste it
So far away that I cant smell the sweet aroma
Just out of reach
Roads and beats away
My hand draws near
My heart sinks farther
Into an abyss of doubt and regret
Off a cliff of mistrust and guilty minds
Stumbling all the way down
Finally hitting the ground
Laying there is a mess
A fury of rage and regrets
Red with guilt and addiction
Bleeding lies and deception
A quiet radio plays a familiar tune
Singing them to sleep in their tombs
Wondering what its all about
Rain of explosive colors and a stenchful hate
Tasteless, odorless, you can never reach it
You'll end up a mess of remorse
This addiction we all crave
This habit we all obtain
This lost puzzle piece we all search for

Satisfaction.