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Jan 20, 2006 15:47

"with a light of this match
i could burn this place to the ground.
then fire engines scream
down crowded streets onto the scene.

and then i'd make it rain
and numb myself to never say your name
that i've uttered in anger,
said with confusion,
laughed over nervously,
said without sympathy.

i must always remember
there's no point to surrender.

no more smiles revolving like turnstiles
no more deliberations
analytical creation.

see, i'm incapable, a pre-depressionist.
this is delivered with courage,
muddled in tension,
lashed out in honesty.
someone come and save me.

i'm dying to tell you
this kills it forever, it was already dead.

i'm dying to tell you
this kills us forever, we were already dead.

and i'm just fine.
i haven't called you but i haven't had the time.

these thoughts are stale.
i've been revolving like turnstiles."
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