Saturday, November 24, 2001

Weak

 

Like the resilient surf

Beats violently the shore

So does a lover's fist

In absent blows

Yet meek voices whisper

Desperate prayers

Consoled in arms

Now wet with tears

Which administered the scars

With the years

Despondent hope now

Sallow, empty sockets.

She cries

Then dies.


[1997]

R.E.D. [lyrics]

Killed myself on a Friday Died on a Sunday Woke up with a bad Case of the Mondays It was New Years Eve It was all a Dream It was your birthd...