and this one's about sleeping
Frustration takes its righteous place in my brain as childish and flirtatious love is being strangled to death. Her head's all bloated and dark purple, eyes bulging out of their sockets, I kick this new love out of my angry head and let the bitterness of a nineteen-year-old virgin come in. Never did I see myself in this point, a sad and cold point with no turning back.
Shouldacouldawoulda was my first word I ever said, and that has dominated my life since then. Why won't you like me, why don't you want me? I me mine this tired life goes on, like there is no end.
But I shall note this fact with a weary smile on my face that this tired life will soon go to rest. After I've fluffed my golden pillow, covered my cold legs with a blanket of lilies and switched off my blazing sun.
