Aug 23, 2008 15:04
a satchel of secrets
molars ground to dust
never used to worry
never used to fuss
used to be capable
used to be whole
used to want something
i don't any more
a bevvy of boredom
scabs longs since pulled
never was so anxious
never was so cold
used to be capable
used to be full
used to have something
don't want anymore
this need for want it makes me sick
still without i'm slipping quick
tired, mired in this pit
ones to zeros bit by bit
all i had
all i want
all i need
all i've got
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aces and eights
from the bottom of the deck
see what's taken
when there's nothing left
ha
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sticky fingers/balled up fists
empty whispers/digital trysts
darkened corners/ dusty prints
un/even
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mr.hope dances with ms.time
and that's fine, soon you'll find.
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words strapped to my chest,
thoughts slung over hips.
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star-crossed is an understatement.
heaven-sent a turn of phrase
decay is your reality
hope is just a phase.
i need a brand-new reason
to find my way through this madness
i feel i'm just a push away
morality dictates that we keep
our lips sealed,
but the ship is sinking anyway.
hapless is a synonym
deus-ex just a device
rotting in your revelry
joy is just a vice
i need a brand-new reason
to find my way through this madness
i feel i'm just a push away
morality dictates that we continue,
so we do this every day.
helpless is how i feel
forlorn's a euphemism
drowning in your tumult
never learned to swim