you won't believe it
when i tell you
it's not
well it is the colour
it's embrace
so tender
tight, so tight
unintended violence
kills the mood
scraping out a song
as it skates over old wounds
turning everything red
sound echoes
becomes unreal
time is eclipsed
becomes a pictogram
like a sliver of moon
so cool and perfectly white
but always
the never ending
song of melancholy
begs for more
boom boom banga b.b.b.boom
reverberating inside the skull
thoughts rattling
expectations jarred, pickled,
preserved in seductive shapes
like aspic transparent, but solid like jelly
in the end
i feel like
i'm still at the beginning
still looking ahead
anticipating so intensely
raindrops shot through with sunshine
laughter pealing
sarcastic lips
it's not my future
nor my past
it's all the uncharted stuff that clogs the brain
i can't help but feed it
and hope it eats itself to death
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