17 January 2013

I want out.

Not that it's clear:

You were never even here.

Oh, catastrophe,

Do you like to sing me to sleep?

You're a sick mutt, a deranged lunatic.

And you hold my hands tightly

To your precious thoughts.

I never know what I'm to say to you.

I'm drowned out by clocks

And bombs of marmalade.

I need you.

VibrantDanceHymn Forfeit. • Opuss № I