sophocles_hero

While the world rolls by me
like a graveyard on this endless avenue
I hum along to the pop songs
because I am just passing through

with a heart like a snapshot from a favorite skyline
a mind full of cough syrup and wine
this is a very slow death
it will take some time

documents shuffle and fall like snow
floating from file cabinets and landing
in between the clearing throats and lies
I just wish it would all go, go away and go back home

I just wish they would all sink like stones
the ocean or body of water could contain
all and all and all that leaves this static pain

and your sorrowful words would drown
with the whiskey in the evening

never to hurt again
and all your words would slumber
and never stir again
buried with the dead in boxes
like cigarettes