despise them for all their little fucking paradigms,
sucking on our withered intentions
goddamn it! why is it every word is entangled in some witches brew of
wanting to be admired,
when in the vast reality of shit this world is,
nobody gives a damn about the words,
it's just the same fucking buttons I push over and over again
Fuck it all, all the words,
nothing we can do will ever compare...
the stickiness of a mind,
mired in the sameness of it all,
the same sun and stars, the same moon, the same mirror I look into every morning,
the same old worthless phrases
bandied about like so many lost souls in the street
It's hard to figure out the puzzle, you know
desire melds into one -
anger of the past, the happiness of now, the flame of the future
while the windows remain closed, fresh air deceased
and the words grown stale.
I change my mind...I really do love the words I've grown to hate.
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