So Shakinbakin and I have decided to work on an EP together – we have a couple of pieces being produced at the moment – this is one of them. Obviously this is before the music magic happens, but thought that there might be some poetry fans that could appreciate it raw.
As always, for the benefit of those that have troubles with an Australian accent, the poem is below.
The Point
I’ve developed an overwhelming hatred of sobriety
When I’m fucked up is the only time I don’t hate myself entirely
Isaac Newton said that what goes up, must come down
So the higher you get, the harder you hit the ground
I take it next level, slam handle after handle,
Lose inhibitions until I’m only just an animal
Drown my conscience so there’s nothing left holding me accountable
Bite heads off for no reason, they should call me a cannibal
And it isn’t that I think I’m invincible or bullet-proof
Fact is I’m waiting for that bullet; it can’t come too soon.
I’d prefer to be numb and not feel; no joy, no pain
Than to allow all the thoughts to run unhindered through my brain
And at the end of the day, life might as well already be over
So with that in mind, what the fuck’s the point in staying sober?
I’ve developed an overwhelming hatred of society
Rage stirs within edging me ever closer to impropriety
If I acted how I think privately when I’m smouldering silently
I’d be a bigger villain than Manson and live on in notoriety
People are unreliable, people are cheats
People break our hearts but still we turn the other cheek?
Because the problem is that we still need them
So against better judgement, when they make a promise we still believe them
And against better judgement we allow ourselves to be judged
Mercilessly, constantly, by people we’re supposed to love
My faith in humanity has been completely destroyed
Human beings have nothing but the capacity to disappoint
Disappointment is a poison and that shit’s lethal
So with that in mind, what the fuck’s the point in liking people?
I’ve developed an overwhelming hatred of…me.
What’s wrong with my head? Why can’t I think clearly?
I see that it’s normal for others to enjoy their life
So why do I find solace in the notion of suicide?
I want to be normal, I want to be sane
I want to know how it feels to live without pain day-to-day
So what are the options? Magic pill or blessed bullet?
The drugs don’t work and when my finger was on the trigger I couldn’t pull it
So what does that make me? A coward? A failure?
Life is always scissors but I can’t stop throwing paper.
Even when I try earnestly to be kind to myself
I can’t get out of my own way for long enough to help
Seems like I can’t be alive if I want to try and live
And with that in mind, what the fuck to I have left to give?
7 comments
Amazing as always. i’m still envious of how you’re able to write, you really have an amazing talent.
you should speak a book, on tape. i would so pay for that 🙂
Awesome as usual. 🙂 I think it’d lose some of its magic were it spoken in any other way, but I imagine it’ll be even better to music.
We’re all animals – we just don’t know it until we’re so fucked up we forget how to form coherent sentences. That’s the moment all subtext disappears.
Wow 🙂
So good… I can’t believe I actually found this. I feel lighter. 🙂
Beautiful! But just one thing… You ARE the sane one
I always get such kind responses here so thanks very much. Will obviously re-post once the music track has been sorted. Hopefully will have a couple more finished and posted pretty soon, too.