There’s tearstains where my thoughts used to be
mascara outlined raindrops of regret and disappointment
have replaced my once lucid visions of euphoria.
Any sliver of bliss was obliterated by electric visions
of desolate plains and dying memories.
There’s animosity for whom I once respected
and only heartbreak where I once loved
There’s a black hole where the sun used to be
now there is no one left.
We held a wake for the man on the moon
and no one could speak any plainer
a eulogy was not given
for the last person ever to smile.
The monotonous orators they argue with one another
over their invalid prophecy
and worthless IQ’s.
Isolated in the back of the room,
no one cares to play with us
because we only know how to play fair games
the ones in which everyone loses.
Why must everything get harder with age?
There are no more recess breaks
and innocent seductions
playground weddings
and coloring books
no, we’re too old for the schoolyard pranks
we used to play
when we had no responsibilities.
Less disappointment live in those times
we were happy just to be alive
and to have others around us who were alive with us
so we could share with them, too.
Loving for the sake of loving,
unconditional,
without knowing the evil that lived behind
a Cheshire cat grin.
There is nothing left
but broken pieces
broken ties
broken thoughts
broken memories
and a cynic’s mask to masquerade in.
What’s broken within us
can never really be fixed
however,
we can feel convinced
that the repairs weren’t just a gimmick.
The world will be the same in the morning
it’s only the newspaper that'll changed.
(el.)
Yeah, I know. It's awful.
I haven't read my subscriptions in awhile. I should probably do that, but I'm not going to. I'll do it tomorrow.
edit1:
rain ammunition
I was dressed for success
But success it never comes
And i'm the only one who laughs
At your jokes when they are so bad
And your jokes are always bad
But they're not as bad as this
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