This is the discourse of discontent
Wrapped in pretty little -isms
we swallow much easier
But I won’t hold on
Longer if its all down from here on
Where to go?
You lie vapid senseless motionless
As I crave movement and inside scream
Empty inquiries
You’ll never listen to answer
Thriving on private despair
As it nourishes this languish
You have to work
Up so early and longing to spend those grains of sand left
with me
A lie obviously
you’re still and I’m spinning, whirling in motion
Constant and unstoppable
Where do you rise?
No - just lie statute and cemented
And all my longings say, whisper, scream, shout
Fuck you- today
Maybe tomorrow they’ll calm down
But now the motion struggle rages on
Like a desperate war
And all I’ve longed for in peace sleeps
Out of reach