Sunday, September 13, 2009

Where do the hours go?

Tunes in my head: Decades by Joy Division
Atmosphere: Depressed. WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU READ BETWEEN THE LINES AND REALISE IT IS YOU WHO IS CAUSING ALL OF THIS PAIN? WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU REALISE THAT YOUR TREATMENT OF ME IS WHAT CAUSES THIS. IF YOU CARED THEN THIS COULD ALL BE STOPPED. IF YOU CARED YOU COULD REMOVE THE PAIN. BUT DO YOU? OF COURSE NOT.

the hour is late the eyes are darting
connection is break lingering parting
the room is not dark the hours are black
clocks have no part except to go back

there's no use to this no escape
no path to miss the repeating tape
when the moment arrives there's still chance
dreams of sleep deprive still advance

1 comment:

K~ said...

Sir. If they read. They see. They aren't stupid.


Cut the cord. Realise you need no one but yourself. End the pain yourself.