constant ravings: 2011

Friday, February 25, 2011

Over Tired (splitting atoms by hand)
by jack kramme

I wander around this star drenched city, lights scathing as I pass by.
Wading through a sea of people, faces all a blur.
Awkard glances, piercing stares, it really doesnt matter
Their Judgements never seem to burn.
Eyes blister like sun stained paint, pupils are ablaze.
Ricochet around a corner, im trapped in a concrete maze

I drop my weight, here looks ok to rest
fingers dig into my throbing temples, knees planted in my chest.
I know im not breaking up, but still I want to scream
This isnt just a nightmare, perhaps a sordid dream.

Strive and struggle to stay awake, stay focused, here it isnt safe
it's a cognitive behavior, desensitised, I have bled
This is the part I hate, this is really what I dread
Not a surrender, no white flag
I dont know if im in pain, but im soaked in scarlett red.

I am going to make it
for now I let out a subtle sigh.
The sound tempoarily soothes me, then absorbs into the dark blue sky
Keep a nuetral face, I think this hurts
But chin up son, you're not going to cry.

So in this final statement, one last serenade to you
It's not just what you stand for, but what you fall for too.