quasi_sean

there's a sadness in the air that reminds me of tomorrow & the darker ones pull at their hair--while i row faster & faster there seems to be a memory i cannot shake not shackled down i felt the breeze & no machine can replicate the sadness like a shadow sitting by herself in the midst of the frenzy we will dance around the fire singing morning like the laughter in a daze--

come hold my hand if you dare, and watch me slip into the left side of a lonliness that is amplified by the conversations in mono---i see. i see. i see.

but i am so tired and left here now to die alone there are no notes that can describe this pain only symbols and syllables that sound too much like tears and shredding hearts over the dinner table last nite, and the nite before

count.
one.
two.
to the million times i have stared at a reflection that hates his own eyes.

i'll be delivered to your doorstep, wrapped tightly in the noose that saved me from the electro-shock surprise in the back office of the tomb. make me tea and remember when i smiled.

oh it grows and surrounded by interest.