Fade To Black

Pull down the stars

Put out the sun

I’ve had enough

You have won

A Question Of Pronunciation

Tear
or
tear?

Does
it
matter?

Both
fucking
hurt.

Fuck you.

And the horse you rode in on.

I’m glad
you’re
here,
he said.

I’m not,
she said.

All happiness
is fleeting

All sadness
is depleting

I’m no
longer competing

From sanity
I’m retreating

Caught with
my hands
in the
sweetie jar
I retreat,
shamefaced,
when I
hear a
police car…

Who the
fuck has
called
the cops?

I’ve only
stolen
a couple
of pear
drops…