wind sings cold
gold dust shimmers
light flickers
and memories flash
sleep calls
mind won't answer-
nothing but a sing-song
sadness pays attention
I'm tired
of this motherf**cking
empty next to nothing
bit of darkness
that clings
can't hold the past
but the damn thing
won't let go
our hands are tied
and the humming
of electric current
laughs in earnest mockery
3 comments:
yep, still good.
this is about the fifth time reading this and it grows better each time
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heh...you guys are just the best. Thank you :-)
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