The day is over but it just won’t stop.
On a string,
had a fling,
a wild write just to end the night.
Time is creeping and I should be sleeping but this damn thing keeps on streaming.
Can’t take my eyes off but I’m so torn;
this wire in my brain keeps me fried.
Fills me with filthy lines of corrupt stuffing that I ought to burn.
Shoots me to worlds where I can learn and I want to learn but that’s never enough.
The end of the beginning filling my soul so that there’s nothing left, no sin that I must bear.
Rips my sight out and tells me what I can think;
I’m going to break.
I’m broken.
Taring my spirit and eating my inside.
Where is my head?
What is my mind?
Can I think beyond my ways?
So I can’t fit and say all the right words and who the hell cares because I’m just absurd.
A wonderland of indifference except the pace is so fast.
Please take my hand and act like you give a crap.
