Saturday, March 03, 2007

:: Third floor denizen ::

The first thing I will do

when I am done with the business of being a Sergeant in the Infantry,

is tear down every fucking piece of whatever that I've plastered along the four walls and ceiling of my room

whitewash whatever that remains


and finally I will paint it a slightly darker shade of Grey. To keep myself in constant sedation


and to remind myself of the treacherous and misguiding world that we live in


...but also of the beauty in duality and comfort I take in the never-knowing.



Because such artwork, memories and paraphernalia -






they only serve to hurt.







So take one long last look
at our memories that were
for here encapsuled was how I saw
the lives we all so fondly bore.

So take a good fucken' look
like ever you've never before
This room I've kept your memories pressed
but now instead they wash, they thaw.

So take one long good endless look
Like those you've given me for
Cause you'll never want to see decay
Like sadness turn menace awfully raw

And take one last long asking look
Like never you'll see this before
For gone will be the dwelling
and so will the man you long ago saw.


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spoken. at 7:43 PM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."