Testo A Boring Story

no more smiles and no more outrage

apathy pervasive

emotions narcoleptic

no more smiles since fucking sunday
sinking feelings drinking

early stinking septic

stinking like a dream



spoken outside in outside voices

struck silent into shruddering

and cold ground padded noises

sucking myself up
a truth that i don't need

last nights i don't believe

no slowing down

no faces smile no lips that frown

grey to neutral every synapse

stinking thoughts a pool of dinner

wipe my mouth and hope to die



this street is cold

early morning noises

this body reeling ugly

early morning choices

no more drinks til fucking noon

rotting teeth and gums

a blackening that sets in soon

and an all revealing smile

just falling down

won't make these hours turn around

i wish i could remember

what i'm trying to forget