sleepless suicideA Poem by Count Humilusthesilenceofme.comSometimes I find it too hard to talk Not to think of something to talk about But literally to use the muscles to open my mouth and let speech out I think I have become numb I am a patient of my own life My ailments are just another wave before the bigger waves come along I feel like being on my own sometimes I feel like I could never just be Like I could never walk right Always a little too happy Always a little too sad Never that different Both catalysts to the irrational To the length of the drop below I check off the agreement No liability No remorse Nothing left to say today © 2010 Count HumilusReviews
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1 Review Added on October 14, 2010 Last Updated on October 14, 2010 AuthorCount HumilusDriftingAboutMy interests include: Writing things Old cameras Records Raw Fish Typewriters Bernard Tapie Anglo Concertinas Instillations Filming movies The Pacific ocean .. more..Writing
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