Every day is just like the
Last; desperation flashes
Through me; I swallow, again.
Every day is just like the
Last; desperation flashes
Through me; I swallow, again.
Somehow I was the last one
Who cared, after everyone
Forgot. Even you gave up.
But I persisted, to my
Injury and regret, for
Some unknown motivation.
There are moments I get stuck
In, for years and years. It’s just
Endless recrimination.
Broken hearted, and
Dispirited; I cannot
Return to where they
Gather and play. I
Spoil the rhythm, upset
Those I want to please.
The longer I am
With you, the further this
Colored paper mask
Of acquiescence
And my terrifying true
Nature emerges
How desolate and
Lonely was the field in which
You dumped me yet I
Know that I will still
Enjoy your company when
You turn off the light
Violence brews beneath
The surface, awaiting an
Opportunity.
Confusion suffused me
As I stumbled through empty
Train compartments, turned
To horror as I
Glimpsed the broken rail waiting
For the speeding train
Somebody please stop
Me. I don’t know how. I could
Do something evil.
I trip my way through
The day, collapse in bed, to
Relive my tortures