Fades

I’m counting in years where it used to be months,
gin fuelled dreams and affairs of the heart,
losing my site to impossible books,
long dead Russians and suicide stars.
Another night is lost, to the underground,
I’m not like I was, I’m much better now
I don’t know, if I’m moving forward,
or is this just circles in the dark.
Sometimes it feels like I’m talking too much,
but these lips aren’t moving at all.
Trying to keep these emotions in check,
140 characters or less.
I don’t know, if I’m moving forward,
or is this just circles in the dark.
I can’t stop fading away, I sold my soul today,
now cut cut cut me in half,
and choose which side to have.