Lament...Lame.
By Neurosine
Would you pull this mucus away? It's been there for days and days, it coats my intentions and burns as I try to say, something I can't ascertain, or attain. Call it seasonal annual depression, call it depression, it's gay and it remains in it's lame, infuriorating way. Unquestioningly it coats my perceptions, Sneaks into my dreams and visions, Doesn’t have anything to offer me, And yet it won’t leave me alone. Not even for a day. I’m afraid that it might just be terminal, Or at least leave a nasty stain. Would you please,,,,oh please be so kind, As to apply a sharpened object, Or some flame, Or a spot of plastic explosive? It’s really all the same…. Just make it go away. Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 08:53 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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