Parnel Avenue

When hope is gone

Here I am again
Sitting behind my work
Taking my 6 o'clock break for the millionth time
Smoking my millionth cigarette
Sending you my millionth text message

You haven't answered me in a month
At least

It's already dark
It's November now
And the sun can't stand the cold

As I watch the embers burn away
And inhale their offerings
My phone lays still and silent in my hand
My hope set with the sun

When I drive home tonight
I'll miss the red light
And the blaring horn
And smash myself to pieces

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Arewebothcrazy,

I still think the answer to that is yes, You crazy in allowing yourself the disappointment of a non text back. And me crazy in the fact I love the dismember women. Honestly, I think you are much more crazy then I, considering you would allow it to eat at you so much to get yourself killed in a car accident,

And honestly, would a miss call lead you to wanting to kill yourself? Was it that important of a call? Was it from your sweety? A shame really, someone so loyal shouldn't be let go so easily. I could have fun with you.

Darkly Always,

Matthew

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. wow ... an amazing piece of writing ... very poignant ... people can be very insensitive at times ...

[KatiePie]

This piece is shrouded in passion and with that its ever line shines with beauty even in the chaos. Gorgeous work
-Cathrine