I remember that it hurt,
looking at her hurt.
Tuesday, 3 February 2015
Monday, 12 January 2015
Sunday, 4 January 2015
i'd lay down to rest in the crook of your arm
feel your body fight the urge to nervously shift
i'd feel you try to keep steady, to keep calm
and let the thrum of your heart drown out the world
i'd hold your fingers so tight and let your skin burn through mine
i'd speed up as you slow down until our breath ringed in time
i wouldn't want to go, but if i lost the fight
i couldn't think of a better place to be
when my world went black and my eyes closed soft
than with you, with your body locked around me
holding me so usual, as if i'm just drifting off to sleep
feel your body fight the urge to nervously shift
i'd feel you try to keep steady, to keep calm
and let the thrum of your heart drown out the world
i'd hold your fingers so tight and let your skin burn through mine
i'd speed up as you slow down until our breath ringed in time
i wouldn't want to go, but if i lost the fight
i couldn't think of a better place to be
when my world went black and my eyes closed soft
than with you, with your body locked around me
holding me so usual, as if i'm just drifting off to sleep
Saturday, 3 January 2015
fuck you in your little green tower
surrounded by these cretins
basking in your petty power
twenty five years you've spent in this place
twenty five years you've lived at this pace
ever so fast and ever so slow
it's all you ever had, all you've ever known
you'll probably die here, still taking orders
still smiling fake and laughing empty
how many nights have you spent here
how much time have you wasted
by how many people are you hated
fuck you and the hours that you rob
there is more to life than your miserable fucking job
surrounded by these cretins
basking in your petty power
twenty five years you've spent in this place
twenty five years you've lived at this pace
ever so fast and ever so slow
it's all you ever had, all you've ever known
you'll probably die here, still taking orders
still smiling fake and laughing empty
how many nights have you spent here
how much time have you wasted
by how many people are you hated
fuck you and the hours that you rob
there is more to life than your miserable fucking job
Monday, 15 December 2014
Sunday, 30 November 2014
Saturday, 15 November 2014
sleep is cruel and sleep is deceitful
it's so full of empty promises
of tomorrows that are better than yesterday
of a fresh breath brought by a new day
sleep traps moments, distorts reality
replacing it with carefully distorted memories
my eyes are dried out
i can't bear to sleep
the window's been open all night
i'm still pushing it
endless cascades of rain cool the air
and all i can think is, how can it be fair
that in a life already too fleeting
we're condemned to spend half of it sleeping
Wednesday, 4 June 2014
Sunday, 4 May 2014
wouldn't it be nice if you could see to the inside peoples minds
so you could see all those ugly things that people try to hide
and you could see who is stained red, and who is painted blue
so you'd know who not to let the fuck near to you
if people were colours you'd all be black, soaked right through
'cause you're greedy, you're selfish, you're all so fucking cruel
and you envelop, no, you destroy anything that gets close to you
so you could see all those ugly things that people try to hide
and you could see who is stained red, and who is painted blue
so you'd know who not to let the fuck near to you
if people were colours you'd all be black, soaked right through
'cause you're greedy, you're selfish, you're all so fucking cruel
and you envelop, no, you destroy anything that gets close to you
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