Tuesday, March 29, 2011

My psycho heart etc. etc.

Our scars match, visible or not. Physical reality's as overrated as any other pseudo interests we may have. And we forget where our loyalties lie. We forget so soon.

A broken piece of a song walks inside of you
And it's made a secret place for itself
Hazy sorrow and quiet longing
You're filled with autumn leaves and glass beads
That flow away with the winter rain.

She lies uncoiled, awaiting luck
And other fickle friends
A dark night flooding red
She embraces, with an unpoised charm
That ruined many a heart.

He's quiet for the most part
Indulgent to a point
But not reckless like you'd want men to be
And there's that little painsizedhole
That she's always trying to not see
But watches wearily anyway.

And she's downed a far too many
Not knowing what to say
Green bottles stacked against the wall
The paint's peeling off her face
But she's only thinking of his gentle ways.

And he knows what she's remembering
The halfdreamhalfreal vision from past morning
Cos he reads her like she's the God's book
Every line on her face that she's so desperate to hide
He reads her like she's the book divine.

But there's only so much to tell
Before ghosts reappear and seize everything back
She needs an obsession new
And he's far too tired to pursue.
So before he could make a plausible excuse
She takes the knife and plows it through.
And redstainedcarpets are a bother enough
Without a body to haul and a heart to rip off
So he quietly picks himself up
Takes not a single image to remember
And walks himself out with a cat in tow.

And any other night we'd all be asleep
Dreaming of hippie littered beaches
And black shiny rainbows from hell.
But tonight's something else, oh yes
We're giving the world a skip
And hitching a ride to the moon
Where the stars are just a little brighter
And our souls far behind in the dustbins.


vimal said...

love it, shamu
related to so much


nice how you joined those words...

vimal said...

ingenious :-D