White lines
White lines
I OD to RIP
on courage and proud
my dangling darling
let me be thy thought
'till I'm found
by homeless people
looking for a new pair of shoes
in the warm shadow
of the midnight moon.
Entirely alone I lay there
waiting for the sun
to cool me down
to shut me up.
My dangling darling
I love you
for the irrelevance
in your acts
the irrelevance
in your eyes
the irrelevance
that you represent
an irrelevance
that I became to be:
another dead junkie,
previously unseen
an irrelevant experience
before unknown to me.
I rest in pieces as I'm searching
for any relevance that may occur
I'd rather cease searching for it
'cause I can be found by it,
there's relevance in your words,
words that I despised for years,
words that I'll hear my entire life,
fighting these bloody tears.
I OD to RIP
although I thought
where is the relevance
in my words...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Jericho: | Maandag, oktober 21, 2002 11:36 |
| Good stuff, al was het maar voor "dangling darling" ;-). | |
| flyingbabe: | Zaterdag, oktober 19, 2002 22:12 |
| mooi... | |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 19 oktober 2002 | ||
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