Arc - An Angel Recomposing Carelessness

"Three Four, Five"

"Three, four, five..."

Need to, stop running
Need to get back home
Need to
Get back where I belong
Get out
Of the running
Out of the running.
Have to get back
Where I come from...

This place
Holds so many of my enemies
It's like a black hole
Of bad
memories
A fresh start is all I need.

Coz I'm sick
I'm sick and tired
Of all
Of all of this compliance
I don't want
To sit in line everyday
Don't want to call my number ever again

It's best
If I get out
Of this place
Sooner than later
Baby

It's wrong
I know
To judge people
By their hellos
And goodbyes
By the colour of their eyes-

You can see so much more
In the soul-bearing hearts
Of lions
Than you will, ever see
In another human being.

Coz, I'm sick
I'm sick and tired
Tired of all this compliance
Tired of many nights
Spent, awake
And afraid
Awake and unmoving
Awake and weeping

I'm merely sick
And tired
Of all
Of this compliance
I don't want
To sit in line everyday
Don't want to call my number ever again.

Stand up,
Face the wall again,
I don't need all these memories
I'm carrying.
Erase that number from the tables.
I understand
Why this doesn't affect everyone else...
Or rather, I wish...

"Three, four, five"

I promised I'd still be alive

"Six, seven, eight"

I promised I would stay

"Nine, ten, eleven"

"You lose"

But I've lost again.

Coz I'm sick
I'm sick and tired
Of all
Of this compliance
I don't want
To sit in line everyday
Don't want to call my number ever again

"Three four, five."

Can you stay alive?

Can you speak lies
Even when you're
At the spirits blade?
Can you, count on me ever again?

You see
I need to escape,
This place
Reminds me of your smile
The church where I used to pray
It reminds me of your ghastly laughing.

"One, two. three."

Coz I'm sick
Sick and tired
Of all
All of this compliance
I don't want
To sit in line, everyday
Don't want to call my number, ever again.

Labels: Poetry

posted by Amarynthous @ 12:34 am