Sunday 14 November 2004

Cryptic Writing's#15

Day after day

Our love turns grey

Like the skin of a dying man

Night after night

We pretend its alright

But I have grown older

And you have grown colder

And nothing is very much fun anymore

And I can feel

one of my turns coming on

 

Run to the bedroom

In the suitcase on the left

You'll find my favorite axe

Dont look so frightened

This is just a passing phase

One of my bad days

Would you like to watch t.v.?

Or get between the sheet's?

Or contemplate the the silent freeway

Would you like something to eat?

Would you to call the cops?

Do you think its time I stopped,

Why are you running away?

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