Time still turning around the clock
Ever so violently, scream at me some more
You never bother to stop
Or even emboss the impossibility
Of the negativity that they desire
To keep on achieving
Brand new human stains on the rug
They constantly mean mug us
As shoulders pass and touch
Reaching arms and fingers to find
The unusual line inside my fragile mind
Suppose that there was such a meaning
Behind this page or sometime before today
The words – I just can’t seem to grasp
The beeping sentences come from the erasers dust
Taking you away from me, my love
Moon mail, no mail, no male figure form
Only the hollow, shadowy figures home
Repeating his emotions and sad tones
******** ******** and more ********
Speak again . . . say the word again
A word, again will change him and then
It could change me from what I see
Or would it be my utter insanity?
I believe that if you know it
Then there is no need to prove it
It bleeds through your words
It shines when you curse
Aloud. . .
The faster I live, the faster I’ll die
To be forever freed from this wicked life. . .
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
Time still turning around the clock
Ever so violently, scream at me some more
You never bother to stop
Or even emboss the impossibility
Of the negativity that they desire
To keep on achieving
Brand new human stains on the rug
They constantly mean mug us
As shoulders pass and touch
Reaching arms and fingers to find
The unusual line inside my fragile mind
Suppose that there was such a meaning
Behind this page or sometime before today
The words – I just can’t seem to grasp
The beeping sentences come from the erasers dust
Taking you away from me, my love
Moon mail, no mail, no male figure form
Only the hollow, shadowy figures home
Repeating his emotions and sad tones
******** ******** and more ********
Speak again . . . say the word again
A word, again will change him and then
It could change me from what I see
Or would it be my utter insanity?
I believe that if you know it
Then there is no need to prove it
It bleeds through your words
It shines when you curse
Aloud. . .
The faster I live, the faster I’ll die
To be forever freed from this wicked life. . .
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