poem 1.

[Shotinthedark]

hey all. just some stuff- some may say crap- that I have had lying around, and havent turned into songs or are too long for songs. so I shall post them feel free to bash them, or embrace them. here is numero uno.

i'm having a hard time as to where I call home.
could you lead me to where you think I should be? can you tell me what you think that I should be?
the fan spins and spins with every rotation we grow older
not enough to tell but enough to know when it all adds up
and the creeking is not usually there- two weeks that I'm gone- and things are going to hell
burn, just fucking burn.
my world. my life. can only be found inside my heart.
and when it's broken, who owns it? shall I just kill myself off right now?
save the time, save the pain.
you've broken me down, but I let you.
not enough left in me to do anything respectful
I'm spiteful with a handful razors, just cutting into the problems.
I don't feel anything but confusion and it's got me right where it wants me
to do with me what it pleases.
to let me think, to keep me alone, that would be the worst
"so, I'm going to lock you up, and there is not a damn thing I can say but tell you that you'll really know what the hands of time can do."
I try to break free but something greater is holding me
possibly with a greater will or I might just not have enough to fight back.
why set my alarm? do I really need to know that another day has come ?
I'll drive this bus off a cliff before I go back to Sebewaing.
I think I'll just sleep in... please, just let me sleep in.