#13

Nov 14, 2007 01:00


yet another murder
one by one my tea partners round the table
as I sit in a plastic chair with plastic tea cups
staring eyes wide but hallow
filled with empty air and lost thoughts
and with no more people coming for tea.
a smile, invisible.

oh
how
delightful.

white, no longer a flood, but a drain
an emptiness too familiar
an unfriendly companion
just keeps filling and emptying
such is the state of sadness.

blades of words, shove and rape
whispers burn and consume
all the things that crumble
in the world of my paranoia

how sad the world must be
to not have a constant companion
misery is misery's companion
the only one who can understand
a masochistic companion.
with no one to care.

have care with my actions
judge by things of other business
grapevines leak like wildfire
why a must?

lost pages in a book
gone in the absence of focus

empty.

is all that I am.
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