Numbers and phrases rattle and echo in her empty head
The most pressing of which is thoughts of her bed
The words muttered are little more than white noise
What she's doing as important as playing with toys
Staring dully through a window
At the boring brick walls
At the bars to keep them in
As silence falls
A questions been asked to a daydreaming fool
He splutters and mutters like a total tool
And she sits and waits for the bell to chime
And waits for the freedom of 3:10 home time
Thursday, 26 June 2014
Endless Void
Falling down in an empty void
Darkness swirling around
Head over feet the wind rushes past me
And still
I wait
to hit
the ground
Darkness swirling around
Head over feet the wind rushes past me
And still
I wait
to hit
the ground
Dark Shadows
A lot of people say i'm dark
Or make some other smart remark
Yes
I am a little twisted
I have
A faded light
And occasionally red will cloud my sight
But even darkness has something bright
And the darkest shadows are cast by the brightest lights
Or make some other smart remark
Yes
I am a little twisted
I have
A faded light
And occasionally red will cloud my sight
But even darkness has something bright
And the darkest shadows are cast by the brightest lights
Repetition
Write write write rewrite
An endless cycles through the night
Work work work more work
Not a disturbing twitch or jerk
Tick tock upon the clock that never stops
Worked until we drop
An endless cycles through the night
Work work work more work
Not a disturbing twitch or jerk
Tick tock upon the clock that never stops
Worked until we drop
Assassin
Cold and clear in the gleaming night
Her eyes glow with dark delight
A knife in her hand, thrown with grace
To land in a forehead, scarlet blood on his face
A twirl of hair and the blur of a cloak
In the evening light the girl is smoke
And with little more than a scuffle and fight
She disappears into the concealing light
Her eyes glow with dark delight
A knife in her hand, thrown with grace
To land in a forehead, scarlet blood on his face
A twirl of hair and the blur of a cloak
In the evening light the girl is smoke
And with little more than a scuffle and fight
She disappears into the concealing light
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