the deal

December 10, 2006

{find me a reason to live
find me a remedy
for the lack of will to go on}

a drop, an ocean
what does it matter
magnitude means nothing to me
existence, despair
why go through this madness
life means nothing to me
time, reason and change
ingredients of a life
nothing there to feel
nothing is real

everything is quiet
quietly, life walks on ahead of me
drifts farther and farther away
time, drips from the ceiling
drops onto the floor
trickles past my feet
into the sewer
mingles with the stench of destiny
runs a race with the rats
to win a frothy-gutter existence

time, i dont need you
go away
time, are you my existence?
i despise you
i look down on you
time, are you playing hide-and-seek with me?
where do you hide my memories
away from the daylight, under your grey shawl?
what do you do with them
will you return them all to me
time, will you strike a bargain with me?
what do you want from me in return
dont try to cheat me time, this is not a game
this is quite serious

time, i wont prostitute myself to earn an existence
time, i am free, you cannot control me
i am not your keepsake
i wasnt assigned to you

time, i dont make deals with swindlers
you’re a rascal, you tried to rip me off
your lies have been exposed
now you’ve lost your face
you cant convince me anymore
the deal is off
go to hell
or wherever it is that you can go
to fuck yourself
go whore yourself with darkness
or brightness, if that is what you despise more

time, i am no slave
there are no iron chains around my wrists
time, i will slash you with my pocket knife
and let you spill onto the floor
time, dont dirty my new carpet with your disgusting mess
you appall me time, have some self respect
time, you think you have friends eh?
where? where are they now?
i have managed to lose all of them behind us
there is no one to come to your rescue
you have nothing to defend yourself with
you are completely trapped with me, time
dont kneel shamelessly in front of me
in your pathetic underpants
i will not listen to your grumblings
i dont care for your last-wishes and only-ifs
i have no respect for your lust, time
you deserve this

you chose to shackle me
but now, i will release you
we are no longer friends
no longer tied to each other
you are free to go

i will r-e-l-e-a-s-e you now
drip you onto my floor
dont you dare stain my new carpet

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  1. timelessness. a place one can truly be free. ? . ? . ? .

    Comment by captain boolsheet — January 12, 2008 @ 6:26 pm

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