143

It’s 143 and the bottomless bottom is here
Despair isn’t anything real
I’m cutting my nose to spite my face

The colour of madness is crippling kaleidoscope tears
A paleness so heavy it tears
Through you to throw you the armband set

No more
I’m letting this go
While I was dreaming the mindless destruction of me
Somebody screamed
I recognised me

Two o’clock, two o’clock
Bring it on, bring it on
Little deaths, little deaths
Everyone, everyone comes
Faking the moment they’d love to love

No more
I’m letting this go
While I was dreaming the mindless destruction of me
Somebody screamed
I recognised me
All for me

Three am, I am bent double again
Strained my heart, head and hands
Only plans to attack
Any movement at all
I am sitting so still

And I’m sick of being tired
Sick of not crying
Sick of just sitting here pouring my life
Into note after note of a song I once wrote
You took the time to criticise line by line
By line
By line