'Answer me this, answer me that... (PERHAPS).'
By blackheart
Artex ceiling clinging to the walls, Waiting for the perfect time, To crack in half and fall. Facet faced crystal glass holding strong, Expected any moment, To smash into a trillion pieces... gone! EXCLAMATION PLEASE?! Excuse me Sir, do you see the sky, Clinging to our harsh horizon, Pinned against the mountains, Just hanging on for damn dear life! I SAID!? EXCUSE ME SIR, do you see the stars, Directing every world we cannot see, Pointing out their destructive fate, They'll all explode you know. AHEM!? YOU WILL LISTEN! TRUST ME! EXCUSE ME SIR, do you see the sea, Drying up around us to leave a bed, That i'll lie upon and then i'll die, Leave my body saturated by our deathly sun. ... whisper in my ear ... answer me thus ... Yes i understand you, I've listened to your shrill, Claiming thoughts that cannot come, I think, my friend, your ill. Cast your eyes away, While i shoot this sweet young life, Hold your heart and hope, Cast your soul away. NO, no... NO! The sun is dead, I lay instead, Of sitting in the scum. The sky has fell, I am not well, What on earth have i become.... Complex plans have fallen, Intricacies blank. Complete the form and send it back, Your application failed, In fact... it stank. SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP! This is going nowhere... i know that now, Perhaps what i want to say is inside that holy cow, That roams upon some forgotten plain of sadness, Or perhaps inside that plane of executive suit men, Holding mini clipboards, doodling their lives away, It could be inside the cupboard that laid bare last time i looked... I'm in the kitchen, I'm in the oven, I'm cooked. OVER DONE MORE LIKE! Hold that thought... I've caught it in my hat; Or head. I've slowly but surely gone too far, My pen has bled. RUBBISH! Scribble, scribble, scribble, scribble, Upon this roaming page, Across a heaven i cannot reach... No more to teach, I'll say goodbye for now... I hope you'll understand. FEBUARY 1999. Written December 19th, 2001 © on Dec 19 2001 12:05 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Artex ceiling clinging to the walls,..."