I never do feel so alone
or sad
But there are these sounds these strange sounds
The tragic loop
Of impending desires
byes and goodbyes
Lies and rain
The wet sky dreams, dreams of lies entangled in it’s cold, cold breeze
That tunnels into your strands of hair, your eyes, your ears
Cold, my dear can reach anyone. you can not possibly run from the greys of this time
Lights on snow, christmas and it’s merry carols. Too far
Right now, it’s that eerie loop of a song, a tick, a snore
The lack of
phone ringing, voice on the other side.
Someone to share
share this unreasonable lull
stroke it lovingly
Wouldn’t that be pathetic
A mockery
A lie
The high of the piano takes over again
I transgress away to a new found anger
The anger that no one can hear
But I do not wish to be heard
Some coaxing is what I desire
Foolish maudlin pleasures of human life
Trivial and frivolous
Again, it’s that eerie loop of a song, a tick, a snore, no phone ringing, no voice on the other side.
Just the air between the walls
Pale walls and a green unnamed bed sheet
Typing without a song inside my ears
No influence
No insipid inspiration
A siren passes somewhere near, somewhere far
Coming closer, ambulance? police?
I always get confused
Oh, I am digressing away from my gloom,
A sad instrumental shall fix this
But there’s noise, a jarring buzz annoying my mind.
Must stop writing, it seems forced now.
Back to our usual self, the music flows undisturbed I will walk to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich.
A sandwitch
~11/12/12, 11:42pm
Subrosa Lane 