t'es tant belle

"Blackbird come @ the break of dawn. The TV's on, I turn it off.
I walk outside, get in the the car. Stare @ the wheel & fall apart...

Black rooms in which to baste and bathe in it, White halls to pace and wait for it.

I know that it's bad / that it's the kind that they can't operate on...
Styrofoam coffee cups, and bad drugs that never work enough
and i know it's real slow honey, painful & real slow.

When we were young, with heads like hammers,
i'd write the nails into your hands.
But when 99% of us is failure, there's no turning back.

O! Blackbird come @ the break of day...
Swallow this shit that people say.
Walk outside, look @ the sky,
Ask it to fall or tell you why???"

.. and out darkness comes. a ...

Well -

it's been a while, and this space is all kind of unkempt and dusty now - but let's see if can summon up the fortitude and focus to rekindle the old pilot light. These ashes' stir, it's something they just must do.

And oh Silence, to be candid I'm afraid there's some kind scary and intimidating changes just turning the corner round the bend in this little clusterfuck of a life i lead. This will be my confessional/confidance space... we'll have to see about changing that username a little later.

No one still reads this old thing anyway though now do they? Do they? Prove me wrong Silence?