sometimes I don’t miss anybody
sometimes I miss too much
too many
sometimes I don’t need anything
some other times I am desperate
in need
sometimes I am the party
sometimes I am nothing
and need to sleep
sometimes I speed
sometimes I crawl
or lie
sometimes I tell the truth
sometimes I don’t
know
most of the time
I think my days are too short
because I don’t wanna count
the hours
sometimes I count the hours
and they are as long as fuck
lengths to run
and my back hurts
and my head screams
quietly
I see the scythe
I see the cloak
but I don’t see the face
(or the soul)
is this all we are here for
or are we just waiting for
our shakespearian sunset?
quarta-feira, 31 de março de 2010
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