blatant.

eyes
with thoughts too loud to think.
try to sleep
too sad to be scared..
knifed in my wrist
to wake me up,
maybe then
sleep would be much better.
boredom be a blessing;
cant blame but be liquid.

are you so used to see me breathless?
too numb to be tired
and too tired to be used to this.
nothing.
not even illness.

all i want is what i cant..
run away to forget not forgive
neither of both though we can

just these thoughts too loud to think.

place.

rest easy here
praise be you have this drink.
nothing really matters
this is not to accept belief.

here we can be mad at god.
this is where
no liars
no worries or sorries
thanks, nobody can steal too.
we are all
nurturing worms
in the end

hence we dream until
we're rested in a bed
with white sheets,
inside a movie theatre
watching our lives
on 35mm

wet we come
in this place;
be a guest
where everyone is hosting,
paying
the priceless cost.

(originally written as "finish" 02/10)