Thursday, 26 April 2012

One am....... 1:00

It's five to one 
On our way in tomorrow
Every mirror reflects a different grief
Each thought projects, just nothing.

Empty melodies sing cliches that placate
- Placate but never heal.
Skin gives off too much heat
An unnatural exothermic outburst
Uncontrolled, and unnamed. 

It's still five to one.
No change, nothing new.
I knew once what I wanted
Now wishing seems so far away.

Every day becomes a never day
Never becomes too long for art
It's still five to one
The hands won't move, the world will not change.
Time refuses to pass in in-action and in void. 

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