Thursday, July 16, 2009

Tired--16/7/2009

It's been a long day.
Tedious, crammed with
Nothingness, and long.
Clenched tightly in my
Fingers, my pencil's width
Seems vast, somehow wrong.

I seek refuge in my bed,
Hide in my soft pillows,
But my cough finds me;
Racks my lungs. I feel bled,
Drained of strength by what follows:
A sadness from which I forsee

No relief. No escape. No plan.

Burn--16/7/2009
A sting.
Sometimes a hiss.
It doesn't even hurt anymore;
An echo of a thought,
No design,
Just an impulse.

Straight--16/7/2009
Even though I joke,
With my "kxk," always
Under the surface
I'm deadly serious.
Not an easy yoke,
Though in these days
No fight 's shown its face.
I've never understood the fuss.

and my song lyrics (ish)
Anthem--16/7/2009
Done.
Sick.
The judgemental ones who condemn difference.
We fight.
We fight.
Forever we strive against the hostile cult:
Normality.
Done!

1 comments:

Kelly said...

These lyrics are good - honest about life and thoughts.