This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Red-Treble ChargerI saw you looking for a light, face painted cigarette white.
You asked the cleanest boy you found; You couldn't see me turned around.
His fingers stretched across your empty gaze, but I just can't escape.
As the red fades from your wrinkled dress,
A picture of the people you've impressed,
Hangs on a wall around here, vision starts to crawl when I'm near.
And the evening waits, while you get caught up to your own mistakes,
Made up of different lines, I wouldn't want to keep in my mind.
I wondered why you'd come around,
Remembering your little girl frown.
Your answers kept the crowd at bay,
With compliments unwilling to pay.
I have some things I'd like to say to you,
But they just can't be true.
I find it very strange that nightmares can be so vivid, real and scary. But when you wake up. You cant really remember what they are about. Though you cant remember, you are still frightened, because your sub-conscious knows something that you don't. I think that is the scariest part of nightmares.
I just had one, if you cant tell.
killed softly at 7/05/2005 10:22:00 AM
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