Saturday, August 8, 2009


She wanted to be lovely, so she thought she might stop. She thought it was lovely, just not to be touched. Not all there, she'd swear she didn't exist, just sat there on the cupboard, switching around your products and bits. Until she' goes again- down that road, where she swears she won't be missed. 'Cos people can only care for so long when you're like this, and they know she'll come back 'round, back to him. And she knows he won't always be blinded, but it's a shame when he is, 'cos she is lovely through all of this..

Thursday, August 6, 2009

We drink to die, we drink tonight.

The world may be changing, but so is my skin- a luster here or there, blister thin, and I'm wondering, what can really become of all this? If we give the mind of a thick headed beast say, then who really knows why we walk this way- left, right, left, right, left-out, right- but things seem easier when you are a little wrong. 'Cause if it's the pressure that moves you, and allows you to sink, you'll fall to desperate measures as the hearts of the innocent weep. Always more to have, more to keep, while nothing keeps us satisfied, until we can stand on some else's feet. We all want eternal life, but this life was never ours to keep. Constantly improving ourselves while we untangle the world, for nothing but a fancy seat.
So tell me why this just ain't right to me?