|The grey effervescence clouds in the cracks on walls, |
Jazz to go with your blues,
Rosary of mumbling conversations,
The eyes watching you, not seeing.
All in the beer of the labour's hard day work.
Stories ending, some blooming,
resting on the bosom of the woman once loved.
An earthquake for the oblivious disgust,
strife foretold and accounted for.
An amazing surprise, the lemon, after the array of drinks.
The forbidden facts laying in ignorance,
cant you see, you, you stupid people, dont you understand.
When all fades, will you still be so blind,
demolish these walls, see the taboo,
else fall into the abyss of self pretence.
Think, see all the angles before you condemn.
Let those assholes speak for themselves,
remember how your feet felt, after the mud had dried, in those summer afternoons,
did they need to be such, but they were.
Before you cry your needs, understand,
all life is equally hopeless as yours,
so create a veil around you insignificance,
pretend cause thats all there is to life.
The eyes will tire, your mind will stop playing games,
Wait for that eventful moment with your naive breath.
And if ever they become traitors,
scream with all hostility.
Hope, it is life's only trivial necessity,
imagine you are god, the one,
thats the only time our beastly hearts live,
let go, dim.