in the hum of the tv, in a place as if it could be our company
there is a silent emptiness in a paled light,
a vacancy found only in a stark dead man hanging on the rope
that he could once hold onto so tightly
where the hum of the tv is bluntly buzzing,
no words really filtering;
in a silence with blurry contrasting
Things that fill the empty space
are white lines shaded in
slow and
heavy
darkness.
my tiredness seems to sleep
in heavy breaths that cannot sooth me
breaths that keep the tv turning.
the sun could rise so easily,
but it's too tired from watching too much tv
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
in the hum of the tv, in a place as if it could be our company
there is a silent emptiness in a paled light,
a vacancy found only in a stark dead man hanging on the rope
that he could once hold onto so tightly
where the hum of the tv is bluntly buzzing,
no words really filtering;
in a silence with blurry contrasting
Things that fill the empty space
are white lines shaded in
slow and
heavy
darkness.
my tiredness seems to sleep
in heavy breaths that cannot sooth me
breaths that keep the tv turning.
the sun could rise so easily,
but it's too tired from watching too much tv
