somthing that just sort of fell out of my head just now

Sep 04, 2005 05:11

like a daunting super villain
aglow at the top of the tallest building
like a year without rain,
the cracks in the sandpaper ground and
we scream and fall into them.
it's the dramatics the feed us,
the knife and fork in hand, the tools we use
the bite size peices we cut
the over dramatics we chew and they
sustain us day in and out
"what she said"
allies, friends, lovers; weaving in and out
we can be eachothers garbage men
every minute, every day.
But what do you say when I
bow my head and drop my fork down?
what do you say about manipulation,
and what do you say about sustainance now
cause I'm completely alive but I'm falling asleep
is it that time of night,
or am I still that weak?
No, no, see.
I'm too headstrong for you to touch me.

I really surprise myself when I'm half asleep like this.
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