You watch the numbers
Check the charts all over
Turn it inside out
But nothing’s there
Go join a band
An unhealthy team
With the self esteem
Of a moody teen
Write your eulogy
Play your instrument
Decay in increments
Sipping your arsenic
It’s a tired medium
Spraying up the graffiti
Oh the lover’s heat
Is a non-thing

Oh this non-person
Is a waste of water.

Deleted scenes
Hide the passing time
Repeated dreams
Of an open sky
Rock paper scissors
With the world leaders
Shoplifters
On the store front
Show your bleeding gums
When you begin to speak in tongues
And annoy the right wing
Tugging their kite string
And at the end
Of the fiscal year
The giant robot eye
Sheds a digital tear

Oh this non-person
Is a waste of water.

At last, you're here
This faux content
But who’s that man
With the golden tongue?
Peddling off
His golden wares
And the end of the day
I came to say
That the empty bed
Is empty still

This is just the long version
Of the non-person’s
Sad, sad tale.

http://chroma3000.deviantart.com/art/A-W...-109679287

Nicely written.

(This post was last modified: 04/02/2009 02:16 PM by -PHENOMENON-.)