Tonight, I hope you're clammy from writing
Obituaries, you'll always see silhouettes of me...
Memories appear in my sleep,
as uninvited as your existence...
I gave and gave
Not enough! they said...
They are playing the song
that gave us our off-springs...
Bridges trampled
with false expectations...
I pull myself together
Only to tear myself apart...
It seems so insane,
Feigning the mundane...
Who am I if I do not have the slightest clue?
I question the intentions of my aspirations...
Blackened waves dance turbulently
as I float upon their surface...
Beautifully she flew by night
inside a covered cloud she slept...
I wear this mask all day long,
Happy smiles and happy songs...
My head hurts
My stomach hurts...