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
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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?
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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
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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?
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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
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Yesterday you loved me
Today you wanted more
Yesterday I lied
(You fall down on the floor)
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It feels so strange
On the other side
The majority are
And I can't write
Stupid pens.
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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?
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Fork-lifts
In a line
One in front and one behind
Fork-lifts
Holding stuff
Now it go into that truck
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Perks: Chocolate
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