*VIVA VOCE.

03.06.03 @ 3:38 pm

the days are long and time is still kicking my ass. i wake up to the same tick tick tick, there's a buzz in my head. and hate is a medication where ignorance is the disease. tonight i've overdosed and these bandaged knuckles should be enough to prove it. love imitates perfection but in this house of fallacies we have none of that. just a shack composed of lies plastered on top of lies painted red to match these crying eyes. a web of conflict separates our best attempts but you've got to lose some to win some, after all. so put down your bet, maybe your car keys and a bottle of Jack, roll those damn dice and see if you can win your life back. I know I said i'd drive you home if you lost the game, but i figure why spoil a good thing? i remember i told you you're beautiful but you just dont have what it takes. i've got the melody in my brain and it keeps my awake. you're brilliant but you can't write for free. because every lie you write collects tax on your conscience and every quote you forget to cite pays a toll to your aching heart. you've got the look but you're missing that swing. that one jive that keeps them interested and keeps your will alive. the days are ending and time is still winning the battle.


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