Lines go blurred
See the same tress
The same faces
The same irritations
The same secrets
Buzzing round my tired head.
And I notice the same details
The smokers outside work,
Sharing the same secrets,
That we’ll all know next week
And they talk in surnames
About sex and drugs
And poverty.
The words on the screen
Bleed into each other
And the words come faster
To strangers I’ll never meet
The secrets come further to the top,
The darkness bleeds into the light
And nearly get blurted to my
Imagined enemies.
My thoughts are the only evil
In my tiny life.
Walk home in the humid dark
And see the same faces
The same sodium light
And people with life
Love and laughter in the pub
The tiny skirted students
And the scruffy, hopeful lads
Starting their life.
Life paralysis
So many things to love
But the numbness suffocates
Any hope, love or fear
And wandering through
Hoping for an afterlife
That may come in all the colours,
If only I could see in this one.
Sleepwalk through
another night
And wide awake through the night.
The only Hell I make is mine
Tomorrow I will do the same
Live out banality out of fear
Stay tired,
Stay a zombie,
stay still
and forget to live.
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