Straightlike Punch

For my pain is now greeted with art,

I tell you, I must write!

In this infinite urge that hits me,

I bow my head, I surrender myself,

Selflessly I must write!

But oh so selfish are my words;

They serve only me!

To soothe my pain!

To anesthetize all senses!

And so here I am...

It all started when, from the darkness

Of your unsilent mind, of your skin,

Lit by the early morning sunlight,

My own mind got agitated once and for all.

And even if I sat afar from you,

It'd be all just the same, don't

You think? Sometimes I guess you don't,

Sometimes I could bet my sweet ass you don't!

If I could draw a straight line from

Me to you, to easily represent how

Close we are to one another, you'd

Walk away from it unconsciously, just

Because your mind is at unrest, at

A massive accumulation of futile

Dreams, or something quite like that.

But even if suffocating, at your own

Demise, I'd smile staring into your

Starry nightlike eyes, why would

You leave me tied to the train tracks?

Didn't you smile back when I first

Smiled at you?

Everday blank faced you look like

Living tiredness. I couldn't care

Less for your vanity, how much of

An empty shell you symbolize to

Me.

Me, myself...

Merely, vaguely staring into

Your starry nightlike eyes, was

I Drowned, swallowed by the

Void Of your lifeless soul.

I don't know what to say after

All that has been said and

Done.

It's not a straight relationship

Anymore, it's just leaves over the

Ground, on a cold, autumn dusk.

At least, if you look down,

Everywhere you step is,

Now, orange.

And nothing rhymes with that shit.

Got it?!