The waves of heat, a sick white heat, burn throughout my head
the loops that play, loop every day, to death I quickly sped
the drinks I’ve drunk, the thoughts I’ve thunk, I’d doubt it’s all alright
and just in spite, with all my might, I’ll somehow sleep at night
But when I woke, when someone spoke, when I was all alone
the bleak night speaks, and in a week, a roommate in my home
takes up no space, and leaves no waste, quite happy I assume
and all our conversations echo in my shaded room
The hallways stretch, the game of fetch, both go on forever
the jokes we play, though quite insane, are honestly quite clever
yet it’s strange, I’ve never seen , I’ve never known his face
insanity bestows upon me, a friend from empty space



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