| Wreckage |
| by Kevin S. McFadden |
| I took stock of my life tonight and this nocturnal triste He stood naked before me and I knew I do not want this. I thought of you in the wreckage and your beautiful smile. I choose to drown in fantasy and clothe myself in denial. But after tonight I need security and after tonight I need to tell myself that I could make you happy. I could make you.... I wrote a poem about my life no one will ever see. Tried separating emotion from logic with my selective memory. This song can only sublimate my sissyphean fight. Art will not reciprocate or hold you in the night. Get out of my head, I need you in my arms. |