adimon
05-11-2007, 04:54 PM
I find time in every day to cry
for you, my darkest star, my ice-cream
dream. Hope lives on in the drifting morning
sadness that surrounds me. But
the afternoon takes form and hope
is blown away. Every now and then, somebody comes
past, and I have to turn my head
away to the wall. Though this tangled nest turns
my face to tears, I have to live through this
for somebody’s sake. And it’s not as though I’m all alone. I can hear
your voice, still just on the edge of my mind’s horizon,
too high a frequency for me to tune into. I try to shrug off this cloak of self-pity,
as I club myself to death with that one picture
that’s in my head. That one face.
for you, my darkest star, my ice-cream
dream. Hope lives on in the drifting morning
sadness that surrounds me. But
the afternoon takes form and hope
is blown away. Every now and then, somebody comes
past, and I have to turn my head
away to the wall. Though this tangled nest turns
my face to tears, I have to live through this
for somebody’s sake. And it’s not as though I’m all alone. I can hear
your voice, still just on the edge of my mind’s horizon,
too high a frequency for me to tune into. I try to shrug off this cloak of self-pity,
as I club myself to death with that one picture
that’s in my head. That one face.