by petethelibertine
@ 2008-04-08 - 22:50:40
Nothing interests, nothing saddens,
I lay numb, little more,
Death and crime pass by,
Getting out of bed, a chore.
Fools gold, simple joys,
I lack and yearn for less,
My mind too quick, I think so much,
About life, love and lust, I’m a mess.
Lover waits across the shore,
So patient, so naïve.
Glances meet, hearts tingle,
For such feelings, I grieve.
Who knows, who cares?
The libertine left rotting in jail,
Drugs too much for his weak soul,
Certainty to him I hail
I sit and think about everything so small,
Work is shallow, school too dull,
I need to find myself and more,
So I can end this tedious lull.
Thoughts freed on a computer screen,
Bright light in my tired eyes,
I cry for reasons unknown,
Something to shield me from the lies.
2008-04-08 @ 23:04