Wednesday, 03 June 2009

• it never ends

   

  overfull and empty at the same time
  is that the taste of pain?

  those moments before you fall alseep,
  have you ever felt like you were falling
  through a trap door in time?

  sadness so thick you could stab it with a fork

  madness hangs around the corner
  always a flirt, pouting lips and suggestive gestures
  'come to me, come to me'

  part of me will always be that whiny child
  crying at the top of my lungs
  "I need you, I need you"
  

  muted
  full stop
  silence

  
   

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