Thursday, June 23, 2011

I am a cloudy Day

We share a similar misanthropic outlook
A skinned sheep’s head platter between us
If not for the dull knives, our forks would be victorious

All spines shiver as they fall like the dead
All the dead are lost to your wisdom
This life is so full of disappointment

All my dreams have been shattered
Lost, and loss, and losing
All of the unanswered questions

Hope is a downward spiral
We are melted by the sun
I’m not sunshine
I’m a cloudy day

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