Found on the corner of apathy
and apologizing
These bruises on my knees from tripping one
too many times
a gunshot in an empty room
the real question is would you hear it anyway
like a birthday card in a foreign language not worth deciphering
rosetta stone, I’ve been inhaling every past regret in
and effort to remember where it all went wrong
there are no dice in this monopoly game
stuck in the same spot, too many years to count
I wonder if people hang themselves
because they have nowhere else to go but up
the funeral soliloquy is sung by the choir
of the church of the ******
tell me how many times you’ve sung along to the chorus
the clock has been developing arthritis ever since you’ve left
he’s unable to paint a future for me anymore without you in it
ostracized from all forms of affection
breeding the pitiful dull echo of a voicemail
bouncing around the cave walls of my heart
I’ve been searching with blind eyes
and reciting your laughter to a room full of deaf people
both are just as redundant
and have left me with that much more.