Sunday, March 1, 2009

holocaust.

your eyes are almost dead,
can't get out of bed
& you can't sleep.

you're sitting down to dress
& you're a mess
you look in the mirror

you look in your eyes,
then you realize..

everybody goes,
leaving those,
who fall behind.

everybody goes
as far as they can
they just don't care.

they stood on the stairs,
laughing at your airs.

your mother's death,
she said,
"don't be afraid"

your mother's dead
you're on your own.

everybody goes
leaving those
who fall behind

everybody goes
as far as they can
they just don't care



you're a wasted face.
you're a sad-eyed lie.
you're a holocaust.

lazarus.

It's horrid to see you again,
now that you're back from the dead.

It's horrid to see you again,
so bored of being you.

It's horrid to see you again,
now that you're back from the dead.

It's horrid to see you again,
so bored of being... alive, alive, alive.

It's horrid to see you again,
acting like you're on some kind of cross.

It's horrid to see you again,
an emotional retard.

It's horrid to see you again,
unaware that all may not be lost.

It's horrid to see you again,
so bored of being alive, alive, alive.

It's horrid to see you again,
walking around with that egg on your face.

It's horrid to see you again,
so full of apathy.

It's horrid to see you again,
caught in a trap that you cannot escape.

It's horrid to see you again,
so tired of being - alive.