Friends | Happily married and just here to relax and chat. Please don't waste your time and mine by asking me to Skype, exchange numbers, or talk about sex because it's not going to happen. AedenLethe: You point your faith at me and squeeze the trigger, shredding my soul with hollow point prayers. AedenLethe: The spilled milk returns to its carton drip by painful drip and the clock has reversed its tick tick tick the river flows backwards, snow blots out the June sun and the Summer trees shed their leaves the rooster crows at midnight now ever since you never came home AedenLethe: I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - til I thought My Mind was going numb - And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space - began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here - And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down - And hit a World, at every plunge - And Finished knowing - then - |
fingers itch to unzip my skull
release the relentless dread
reduce this life to smoking ruin
but the carousel won't stop turning
and no one can get off now
round and round we go
faster and faster
days blend into weeks months years
faces blur and blend disappear
one by one slowly fading
until i'm left spinning all alone
and there's still this buzzing in my brain
fingers still itching, but the zipper is broken
and the carousel won't stop turning
round and round i go