A Momentary Lapse Of Reason
Do you not understand?What I’ve shown youI am reluctant to show anyone else. YouAre special. I was coweringCowardlyQuieted by anxiety.I
Being Finite
Life is fleetingButSometimesFleeting is beautiful. That is why we keep sniffing the perfume we’ve sprayedUpon our wrists.Because we know thatEventually,
Nausea
The rain is a constant.An everlasting white noise.It does little to calm the youthful soul. You must see me through
Numerals
However much the poets try to deny it,We are numbers.Days, really.Counting Down Down Down Until the last survivable thingAnd what
Cameras
Glowing eyesIn the dark. Something with bright redGlowing eyesIs watching meFrom the dark. It blinks its shadowy reflectionAnd trails meThough
I Still Wake Up With Things To Tell You
You are the imposterOf your own selfThe Holy ProphetOf your own rebellion.