will you

will you miss the day
when it turns into night
and will you miss the way
i always say goodnight

a question among lovers

walking deep through a forest of empty bottles and rusted cans, i trip over lines i used to cross without wondering what was beyond the moment. everything takes on the form of the ones we once loved and we hate the idea of ever loving again, at least until it's convenient to mistake fondness for love, in which case i am wrong and you were never right. before you can walk, you must learn to run away from those who take you seriously. a question among lovers is gossip among friends. if i said i'd do anything to make you happy, would you do everything to make me a liar? now, will our friends gossip about that question, or will you ask your lover before you gossip about it to me? another question or a confused statement of truth is merely the difference of opinion...what's yours?

3:33

she falls asleep with the tv on
over and over with the tv on
mute but far from silent pictures
running through her head
right before she goes to bed
shed some light on this disaster
wake her up faster
before the images influence
inference is only indifference
to the state in which you crash
fall into the sleep slash
coma category
i'm only what you show me,
but if only i was straight
off the magistrate
give me something to gestate
before i repress the hate
for these evil allegories
these verbal wars ignoring
the matter at hand
give me a mic and a band
and stage and i could rip
a whole list of reasons why
you're heroes are gonna die
in the debate