Brad Smith (jesus_h_biscuit) wrote,
Brad Smith
jesus_h_biscuit

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I feel like shit in every conceivable way. Physically and emotionally exhausted. I've dosed myself up with Ghetto Nyquil. It's going to be a long, cold night.

threw you the obvious
and you flew
with it on your back
a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.

difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and
you don't see me.

but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.

here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.

so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.

oh well. apparently nothing.
apparently nothing at all.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.
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