Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
eleven58
5.03.04

It’s 11:58, two minutes until midnight
Two minutes until the morning after the tears
Two minutes until I can breath again
And I know you can’t really hear me
But sometimes I like to pretend...

In a dark room you await the news
But there’s something more calling out to you
The self-indulgence overwhelms
But as long as I sit and smile, fake or real
Then it isn’t in vain- it isn’t in vain, I swear...

Don’t forget me
Even when you can see me
The apparition lingering in your dreams
I am here, and I am so real
Even if this connection I create isn’t

It’s late
But sleep doesn’t come easily-
To this troubled mind
And I feel your pain, I call your name
My obsession outweighs your oblivious state of mind

11:58
Those numbers burn out in red
Glaring at me, consuming me
11:58
Those numbers burn into my eyes
And all I see is your haunting face

I hate you, I hate you
The evening after and I still hate you
Hate you, forever and ever
Narcissitic, self-indulgent
Liar- you couldn’t even tell me my name

<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]
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