08/08/08

I shouldn't have to say when this was written:

A pretty girl travels from my computer to my television to my heart.
My stomach, it churns when she (you) is (are) hurt. I feel like I made a promise.
They’ll never hurt you like I do.
When she is held, I want to hold someone. When she is kissed-
Pull me away from it all now.

In a moment I consider everything I’ve ever hated.
A drink, a knife, a brush, a bed.
Then I reach deep into my fridge and grab a Coke.
I pray that’s all that will ever happen.

It all looks the same, night.
The only thing telling you what’s different are those clocks of yours.
So turn them off.
Turn off all of the clocks in your room and just wait.
You can convince yourself that the night has only just begun. But wait.
Wait for the sun to rise, so that you can stop telling yourself it’s only midnight.

And so the sun is ignored for my sleep.

You’re going to have to do so much more, you know.
You think I’ll leave my bed? Now that you’ve finally gotten me in?
Leave me alone. You shouldn’t want to be around me.
Yes; I will help you, But only until you leave.

You have to listen to me:
No matter what I do, no matter what I say, please take me to laughter.
And no matter how hard that laughter comes, make it come.
I can still be a nice boy. I just need a friend.

The fire slowly dies by my hand.
The rain pours harder but it’s not what I want, not what I asked for.
The time slowed, if only for a second, so I could hear the rain.
The flame wraps itself around my hand.

Its 11:12 and I murmur because no one around me understands.

I’m lying on top of two paths.
On my right I can let the sun shine over
and be as happy as my smile makes me appear.
And on my left I can inject frost and blood into my fingers, and understand it all.
I’m just trying to be right, here.