11 feb. 2009

Sick



Sick.
Subtle tactic.
Betraying myself
I bow.
Standing in row
I applaud.
Too much noise,
We are your toys.
Proud
We are loud.
Lifeless light
Forgot to recite
Afraid I'll bite
And leave a mark
She'll see.
This is not me,
It's someone else's thought
Of what I ought
To do.
Leave you
Alone.
I go on.
High voltage on my brain
This is me going insane.
I dive
Survive
Still alive
Even if you deprive
Me.
Random.
Lost in a place
Following your trace
Again.
Erase
Me.
Do re mi.
Hearing little birdies die
How come you make me cry.
I can go on like this for a while.
Tactile.
Countless miles.
Forgot if it was good or bad.
I stop.