sassie

its cold tonight
the silver poles, like icicles
stuck to our skin and won't let go
and these seats alone
might as well be covered with a foot of snow
because getting up seems so difficult
as sad as it seems to me just sitting down,
witnessing a silence come back
why can't everything be alright?
to get away, run
with these walls so dark
and im calling out
reactions, through airwaves,
stronger, silence
the anger is swarming
a sickness, a fault
never again will i try
to see through the faults of hopeless lives failing to shine
single file lines leading to nowhere
falling like flies landing in an order
but without this the world wouldn't turn

i want to thank everyone who left comments on my last post. thanks for not abandoning me because of my mood swings...

im on cam right now if anyone wants to chat. i'll prob be on for a while...until i drink enough jd to pass out.

night.

-sassie!