But when the day is over, why bother sending signs?
I lose in November,
And then it’s December-
Where I’m wearied of striving,
When it’s all I can remember
Four years and four nights alone, long;
You left me worn, dragging on-
Useless and wanted.
Have You forgotten?
I wandered so far,
Just To be lost at sea;
Striving for Something;
Just to pray for, to bleed.
I’ve poured out my needs
To Death, my friend;
I’ve slept without dreaming
Only to this sordid end-
A nameless faceless decade Descending
Into the countless forsaken Seasons unending
Bound by inhibited fruition for unknown reasons
But It’s mystery still keeps whispering in the breeze
But will it-can it; ever be un-
In just the way that it was all done?