| freedom from my freedom |
| delusions holding me together as you tug my seams the soft cloth-popping chuckle of freedom and you wonder why i laugh? there is nothing left there are no more tears fears no more tacky cliches after that a cliche....curdled and dried up petrified and laughed-out used-to-be life like your delusions sing me to sleep in a bed feels like ancient dicount carpeting left-over and filthy occasionally releasing a thread or two into my hair as i toss and turn attempting to determine which is more tedious: sleeping or staying awake delusions who wants to be locked up in all that freedom,anyway? |