Hide and Seek

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
Oh, you won't catch me around here.
Blood and tears,
They were here first.

What you say?
That you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
What you say?
That it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
What you say?
That it's just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say? What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit.

You don't care a bit.



From now on this blog is closed...
you can find me at this one though if you want... http://anewlife-ck.blogspot.com/

Don't be expecting anything for awhile though...and any of you readers who still talk to D-bag, please don't pass along this info. That would be much appreciated.

Thanks,
Love you ALL!