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Friday, 5 November 2010

16. An eternal struggle

An eternal struggle – you see
I’m waiting for you to find me
Delusional, passive, maddening, manic
I’ve been dying since I left town;

I’m a cowboy with no gun on his hip
I’m a racehorse with a limp
I’m a soldier with a blinded eye
I’m an animal waiting to die

It’s all this fucking waiting
You don’t even know
When I’m alone and manic
It’s more than truly alone;

I’m a dog without a bone
I’m a snail without a shell for home
I’m an ogre with no souls to eat
I’m the remnant of what I used to bleed

I’m still looking for my company
An aura that neither one can leave;
The only time I’ve been free
Was cast aside too carelessly


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