Monday, June 1, 2009

syd barrett blues

She said its nice to see you,
but words, don't matter.
Her words are contradicting,
and yet it don't matter.
cause your just a girl in a room,
a girl with a whimsical smile.
and im just fed up with the worlds attire.
Im giving up,
im staying here and im dying,
slowly.
Hopeless,
yes im hopeless.
Without you.
Im sleeping in the moment,
and living insane,
this joint is just reliving
my excruciating pain.
Lying here, staring at the wall.
and yes,
i don't know
i really don't know,
what to do with myself.

Monday, March 2, 2009

One night

Jesus keeps telling me
She'll never come.
She's bitterly absent,
to busy controlling the weather.
Breaking my heart into pieces
not even knowing her,
personally at least.
My mind keeps drifting away from the galaxy.
Eyes on her.
Deadly cunt.
Breaking me, rattling me up.
Christ.
My mind keeps on telling me
Its all a hopeless phase,
one night
Her eyes were in a daze
Fucking was her style
She'll be off by 1
AM that is,
15 min of pleasure
nothing but
one night.