29.1.08

murmur

are you going to walk down that road again
are you going to see your ugly friend again
wait for the masses to agree upon
a new singing of the masters song
which course will you take when you fall away
all the stories you've created crumble like clay
are you going to bleed freedom and love
are you going to bless me for what I've done
wait for your memories to materialize
look in the mirror and tell your lie
hard as nails waiting for rain
hard as winters coldest day
waiting in vain makes no sense to me
swallow all the pretty chemistry
hold down your anger like a machine
ease your ego from the perfect scene
a bird falls dead at your feet
a creepy man asks for a treat
wasting the laughing song
hurting from a life too long

1 comment:

TOMMY GUN said...

fukkin' Bukowski and shit...