sábado, 25 de octubre de 2008

shit

shit
don’t want to write
can’t write
won’t write

just walk around with a cigarette in my mouth

it is not burning yet

and hear the frogs outside
and switch on the fan
and the posters dance in the wall
by the breeze

shit
don’t wanna see you
fuck off
can’t forget about it
you did and is just your lost

I walk fast through the cage
I undress myself while walking
I hit the walls
To feel the carpet underneath my feet
and all the bugs inside
biting
and creeping
and dancing
and telling me how beautiful you are
and how much I miss you
and that you should leave

But… don’t
Don’t do it

I still think of you

And my fingers ache
So I don’t write
And I don’t know if they are coming after us
Or where are we
I can’t answer these questions for you
I can’t ask them for me
So don’t do it
Just burn slowly
And get the hell out of here
Because I only can see you when it is dark

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