End Of The Line Standby
and now i’ve been dropped among life on standby. among
the creatures that visit me at night. drowned in letters
of insignificance, "good luck" sounds like "goodbye".
white, white face and wall and morning.
flight is boarding and the world is going down. without a
sound.
the darkness is fading; i crash out of my cloud. and life
in my head starts screaming out loud. the light scratches
and bites, tears over float my eyes. i crawl but i’m here
and free.
not going down without a sound.
flight is boarding and the world is going down. without a
sound.
