sparr0w
11-11-2010, 01:12 AM
(As Of Yet Untitled Project Part One)
There were hours spent waiting
long dreadful hours in the dark
waiting with nervous ticks
as the clock marked the long dreadful hours
spent waiting in the dark
for the survivors;
but the others never understood.
I suppose it would have probably meant less
if the others understood,
or if he ever managed to survive all that static.
They all had to be the living dead
for this all to have any significance at all,
but I'm probably the only one who feels that way-
and that would be understandable.
Grey melencholly childhood flashbacks.
Both mine and his.
All the things that did and diddn't happen
(I get them all so confused anymore).
Either there were cartoons and it was a hundred degrees outside,
or there were scat films and it was below zero.
Like I said I cant remember which one it was
but either way it just was
because even back then
the living dead diddn't understand a thing.
In my mind I can make the most wonderful things happen.
A sudden beautiful kind of chaos.
A breathing heap of happening.
Tender moments interrupted by awkward confusion.
Imbalance.
Unawareness.
And absolute unconditional resolve.
Mars, the center of the earth, heaven, utopia.
Earthworms matches plastic leaves hoses fireflies sparklers broomsticks.
A wooden house, and can of gasoline, and a blowtorch.
In my mind he was there, even though he diddnt know it yet.
(It would have made you uncomfortable, too).
There were hours spent waiting
long dreadful hours in the dark
waiting with nervous ticks
as the clock marked the long dreadful hours
spent waiting in the dark
for the survivors;
but the others never understood.
I suppose it would have probably meant less
if the others understood,
or if he ever managed to survive all that static.
They all had to be the living dead
for this all to have any significance at all,
but I'm probably the only one who feels that way-
and that would be understandable.
Grey melencholly childhood flashbacks.
Both mine and his.
All the things that did and diddn't happen
(I get them all so confused anymore).
Either there were cartoons and it was a hundred degrees outside,
or there were scat films and it was below zero.
Like I said I cant remember which one it was
but either way it just was
because even back then
the living dead diddn't understand a thing.
In my mind I can make the most wonderful things happen.
A sudden beautiful kind of chaos.
A breathing heap of happening.
Tender moments interrupted by awkward confusion.
Imbalance.
Unawareness.
And absolute unconditional resolve.
Mars, the center of the earth, heaven, utopia.
Earthworms matches plastic leaves hoses fireflies sparklers broomsticks.
A wooden house, and can of gasoline, and a blowtorch.
In my mind he was there, even though he diddnt know it yet.
(It would have made you uncomfortable, too).