In this life only one thing is certain.

I hate who I have become.

There is this vacancy in my eyes.

Not seen by anyone else.

I hate this. All of it.

The weight is lifted. It is gone.

When she said that I was the loneliest person she had ever met

it took months to understand

that she was right.

no one is there

After you, comes the flood

“Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.

What you say?
That you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
What you say?
That it’s all for the best? Because it is.
What you say?
That it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say?
What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.

You don’t care a bit.
..You don’t care a bit
…You don’t care a bit
….You don’t care a bit
…..You don’t care a bit.
“

I just want to be OK today