Thursday, 4 September 2008

INCOHERENT STATIC

A low pressure in the atmosphere
Makes a personal assault on my mood
Clouds of melancholy gather with purpose
Suggestively ominous and pregnant with rain
I feel exposed, unsheltered and slightly odd

I cannot sleep (sleep) but that is all I wish to do
There has been a secret shift my mind hasn't yet disclosed
I am taunted by uncontrollable shifts of emotions oceans
Tidal and unrelenting the need to vent is never ending
What silent assassin poison's my h20 into vengeful currents?

Twisted disfigured jigsaw complete an incoherent static discharge
Second hand, second guessed jumble booty, cheap, clean, yet discarded
End up faded and chipped, gathering dust in someone else's psyche
A step ladder to my step Dad and all other forms of monstrosity collide
Distorted discords and major fifths harmonise, the story of self pity unfolds


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