this is what it's like

[fat_kid]

i hold this thing in my hand
they call it an organ
i'll call it something that's been abused
something that's slowly being neglected

how much longer will i stand here
watching this thing
listening to this monotonous ticking

and weaved into the ticking
isn't the sound of waves
crashing on a weathered beachfront
it's the sound of tears that have slowly
run down my face onto a pillow top