By: Alex Wright
You’ve gotta come down from that mountain sometime
Face the forgotten that you tried to leave behind
Too obsessed with broken heroes
To not learn from their mistakes
That doesn’t stop me stumbling all the same
Maybe that’s when I feel less insane
Working-class daymares eat the sunlight
When night creeps in my heart blinks on
Like a neon sign
So soaked in this moment
Silence trembles at my stand
I know where courage ends and fear begins
I am not afraid of death’s disgusting grin
I keep humming this song that I found
Some fucked up beautiful sound
Stitched into my soul
Howling to get out
Copper taste of blood in my mouth
Clenched teeth keep the demons down
But the more I give in and let them all speak
I feel that buzz of being found
I spent Twenty-some completely odd years
Collecting my scattered self
Strewn throughout beat up books
Caught on un-featured films
That fill my dusty shelves
Now I’m holy.
But not holier than thou.
We are the words we speak
What we pretend to be
When we are locked up by ourselves
So take me as I am.
What I offer up to now
The catches in my breath
That despite what they seem
Will never slow me down
Shaky hands but solid spine
A strange soul living its prime
Ignoring dates and time
‘cause who the hell’s to say just when I am?
or where I go
tonight?
When I’ve got back roads,
Best friends,
A reason to be alive,
Truth caught in my throat,
A thorn stuck in my side
That I’ve gotta get out.
Yeah, we’ve gotta get out.
ALEX WRIGHT CONTAINS MULTITUDES 