a short explaination

my middle name is apathy,
i'm not in touch with reality,
all these rooms look the same to me,
i'd give my life just to feel.

forgiveness is just a freudic-slip away,
just a gathering of words gone astray,
did you see the sky go black today?
well, it's not easier for you some days.

i'd like my legs to be as thin as my head,
i'm useless, a needle with no thread,
the morning when you wake up dead,
that drastic turn you can't see ahead.




Poetry by crushoftheyear
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Written on 2006-02-12 at 19:00

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