a broken span of time
a voice echoes in my mind
a feeling reverberates in my soul
but the song ends before i can glean even a
fraction of the meaning
a broken span of time
spent in the icebound train of thought
a memory of a girl smiling
but its in reality a neatly carved lie
demented self
she sits sweating against the wall
panting "fuck...fuck...fuck..."
as she rubs herself
then she left without a word
having done the last of her stuff
she pants harder and harder "fuck....fuck...fuck..."
a jester in the august sun
laughing at himself in a broken span of time
between yesteryear and now
the old man sits on a pile of rust
carefully spinning a net in which to catch his breath
hes just like us
trying to capture
to hold in onto love which so often slipped thru his
desperate fingers
all i can do
is whisper
"fuck....fuck....fuck...."
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC
a broken span of time
a voice echoes in my mind
a feeling reverberates in my soul
but the song ends before i can glean even a
fraction of the meaning
a broken span of time
spent in the icebound train of thought
a memory of a girl smiling
but its in reality a neatly carved lie
demented self
she sits sweating against the wall
panting "fuck...fuck...fuck..."
as she rubs herself
then she left without a word
having done the last of her stuff
she pants harder and harder "fuck....fuck...fuck..."
a jester in the august sun
laughing at himself in a broken span of time
between yesteryear and now
the old man sits on a pile of rust
carefully spinning a net in which to catch his breath
hes just like us
trying to capture
to hold in onto love which so often slipped thru his
desperate fingers
all i can do
is whisper
"fuck....fuck....fuck...."
edit: too much ****** obsenity in this **** :-)
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