i shall not shat myself......
the week is lame. i feel sad for some reason. like i dont want to be happy ever again......
the floor is littered
one part wish
one part curse
half a conversation
and the shadow
of attempted salvation
the rusty door
can't shut out
proofread passions
and the flimsy scraps
of last years fashions
nightmares crawl
up the bedposts
into unkept sheets
and soiled covers
the meeting place
of drunken lovers
mixtapes are piled
by the stereo
like diaries
of glory days
soon forgotten
in this empty place
the room is dead
a meaningless abyss
for every dialouge
molded from unlikely words
this is not a prophocy
but the deepest layer
of reality
sorry for the poetry, i was in the mood
the floor is littered
one part wish
one part curse
half a conversation
and the shadow
of attempted salvation
the rusty door
can't shut out
proofread passions
and the flimsy scraps
of last years fashions
nightmares crawl
up the bedposts
into unkept sheets
and soiled covers
the meeting place
of drunken lovers
mixtapes are piled
by the stereo
like diaries
of glory days
soon forgotten
in this empty place
the room is dead
a meaningless abyss
for every dialouge
molded from unlikely words
this is not a prophocy
but the deepest layer
of reality
sorry for the poetry, i was in the mood