Poetic fragments 1
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And sometimes it’s like everything just fades, you know? And I’m stuck here... with nothing. Just me and nothing, and nothing... It’s horrible really But I guess you get used to it. I hope --- I thought about how false the world is How everything just seems a front People - masks Not talking, complaining And I thought about the loud ones Do I hate them more? --- There's something I never told you and - No... I still can't. If I let you come inside I'll have to face myself --- But what if that's what I want? What if I like the pain, The waiting, The hurt... What if I want you - To hate me? --- I stopped caring. It's funny - And you cried, And I stopped, And laughed. What a hurt for you And what a joke for me --- Yesterday you loved me Today you wanted more Yesterday I lied (You fall down on the floor) --- It feels so strange On the other side The majority are And I can't write Stupid pens. --- It felt like fingers on my throat And almost tastes - tastes of bile But feels nice Warmth, light That buzz of sensing everything That background buzz I hear again Sanity, but inpreceived. Is God the toy - or devil - me? --- Fork-lifts In a line One in front and one behind Fork-lifts Holding stuff Now it go into that truck --- Perks: Chocolate |
*snaps fingers*
Interesting stuff. |