dolorous interludes.

Opened my eyes, had a dream last night
That both my arms were broken
Evening time
Help me now or hold me down
I feel the world is tumbling
Spiralling down

Or was it just a dream?

As I make my way through the century
As I slowly turn to house dust
Tumbling down
The rain comes down like a victory
In sheets of shining memory
Over and over circling around

Its tiring being happy all the time, especially when you'r not. but you just do it anyway. how do you do it? you laugh and you smile and say the things that get you all around, and then you'r home and you'r alone, and then you make your way to the telephone. and once the call's at its end you'r all alone, then you start to think if your soul's naked to its bone.

posted by voyeur @ 10/10/2004 07:32:00 PM