Burn lifeHappy birthdayAnother yearI walked the streets today, as usual, but it's becoming increasingly less possible. And it's costly too. And I was thinking, as I have made a habit of thinking. "Why?" Is a question without reply, without a suitable riposte. Anyway, I keep walking.First port of call, the bank. I have less idea what they do with my money than I do, but I suspect it all follows that popular route away from me. For the hundredth time I have no money till the end of the month. Great. Not only do I have to sit down and berate myself, but there is no cheap nor costly escape now. The 'Cheer up, smile, it's a new day' leaves my face for the thousandth time. It's not bright and sunny anymore, it's stuffy and blinding.I wander aimlessly. I'm sure at some point I had purpose, but the days have swallowed that whole. I am passing people b
Goodbye resolutionThis is the last dayof fake cough andnervous twitches,fleeting calm andlong perdition.Last time I'll think'Why?'while I lie in bed at nighteyes shut tight, shut downand justify my lifeLast complicationlast abscess onthe tumour waitingto burst, last apologyto rehearseThis is the laststage of goodbyeAnd, most oftenthe first.
The thing is...It was always on the cardsI never knewWe have mutual friendsI never knewI liked him for a long timeI never knewWe saw each other more and moreI never knewWe kissedI never knewBut we didn't want to be cheatersI never knewSo I'm telling you this nowI never knewNever knew what?I never knew that I could want you dead.