The Art of Pointless Thinking

Child’s Play

Here I lay,
in a state of wonder.
My conscience fades,
only to drag me under.
When the darkness comes,
I know I’m home.
I’m blinded by the dark,
But I know I’m not alone.
I know they’re there,
I just can’t see them.
They like to play,
those little demons.

Where the hell is Jared?

Cage the Elephant @ Marquee Theatre

Alexithymia

I have bottled up all these emotions inside
Even went as far to believe in lies
That going through hell, I came out fine
Closed my eyes, and faked a smile
Tried to say what’s on my mind
I didn’t actually hear the words, it just felt right

Tired of this pointless struggle
Exhausted from trying to solve this puzzle
Giving up, sometimes sounds so sweet
A war not meant for the weak
Emotions consuming my mind
Self control is getting harder to find
Buried deep within myself
Often too proud to ask for help

Gasping desperately for air
Life is a ride, not meant to be fair
We all hold truths to our existence
Praying to our gods for forgiveness
Yet my words are different
An outspoken tounge, with resentment