(no subject)
It’s cold fever down in the pits.
making time slow uneasy
or in the dark, faces appear in the water
as I nurse them
into existense.
Contrast love.
These days all I wanna hear is your anthem
stories and I want to feel good.
Can i say that? Can it be that simple?
The dream of you was forgotten in war,
and all these new faces I can’t know them quite -
they are angry with misuse and poetry is lost
on those hard edges. Too quickly the fabric
tares and there is no hope.
Each of these days I am two steps closer to the
point of non -existence.
I close
and unclose my eyes
and there is nothing.
making time slow uneasy
or in the dark, faces appear in the water
as I nurse them
into existense.
Contrast love.
These days all I wanna hear is your anthem
stories and I want to feel good.
Can i say that? Can it be that simple?
The dream of you was forgotten in war,
and all these new faces I can’t know them quite -
they are angry with misuse and poetry is lost
on those hard edges. Too quickly the fabric
tares and there is no hope.
Each of these days I am two steps closer to the
point of non -existence.
I close
and unclose my eyes
and there is nothing.