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Nik Bland Aug 2013
I hit the airwaves almost silently
Hoping out there, somewhere you'll hear me
Because it turns out radio time costs a lot
So here in the a.m., 3:13
I stop the easy going melodies
To tell you that last night you forgot your sock
Wait...
No...
I mean...
Yes you forgot it, but what I really mean
Is what happened last night doesn't regularly
Happen to me, like, ever. I swear
So, now that you know you're an innormality
In this life of mine that's not so lively
I think it's time that I clear the air
...waves
****....
Wait...
I have as much time as information on you
And the ******* we did left me a little unscrewed
As I looked in your eyes and I struggled with your bra
And a one-night stand, I'm not likely to do
But we did... well... a lot, some old stuff and some new
As you gyrated, bit, moved your hips, kissed, and clawed
Ooh...
Wow...
Um...
Times winding down and I've said nothing right
Even if I did, chances are you won't hear this tonight
But all I have is your sock and that's not very fair to me
So what I'm trying to say under that "ON AIR" light
Is that I want to see you again, maybe for a quick bite
So that you might be tempted to leave a new piece of clothing
Well...
Yeah...
Goodnight...
Lark Rayne Dec 2012
The chill of nothing washes along the shore of your fear
It comes without warning

Slowly…

Leaking…

Into the depths of your own despair
filling the nights with the chime of depression
and lighting the days crime of corruption

The Seasons hide beneath the ground
Crowned and found they may be
But
You are from the underside, the outside
Not the inside

You can’t belong along with your proven lies and empty truths

You want to find a way?
A way to break out of this innormality of yours?
Well, listen closely
For the key to the  bounds of these old surroundings will whisper the lost melodies
Can you get there?
Along with the dragging memories that have been long forgotten?
Or will you continue to think in the other direction?
To only find yourself
Reaching

inside

the labyrinth of your weaving thoughts to only find your heart still beating
How?
Why is it you won’t die?
Ha… you ask too many questions

— The End —