Do you ever feel

Ripped apart and hollow in a world of smiling faces

Balloons and clowns and cloudless skies

You're what's wrong with the world

Today, this perfect happy world

The perfection that lies in the hearts of the joyful

a FUCKING WORD

exiting your mouth

it's not like you killed someone

a person appreciated, a cultural keepsake close to their hearts

but they can't hear you anyway

they don't listen to a fucking word

they don't care for you, fool

and alone, deep in your cold surrender to the darkness, where is your god?

Do I pity you?

No, I crawl with you, through our loath and our festering minds

Where none can clean

We start again

Against the flow of all others…

© 17/4/01