summer

loss of communication
waves in my brain
can't do this again
where must my emotions go
if my sleeve is not a fitting place?
I'm stuck in this rut
hoping soon I'll get out
beyond all reason
I am reaching all my doubts

if only, if only
I knew your pretty face
so strange and foreign
as the scent of your lace
acquainted for so long
yet my perceptions so wrong
who are you again?
rise only to fall
hoping soon that you'll call
the only question left is when

the futures past may be the present

Holy shit
I'm done again
sexual frustration
goes through my brain
where to go from here
what the fuck have I done so far
if I'm supposed to be a seer
why has my whole world gone dark?

I entertain ideas
ones that I should not
but it's almost certain
they will remain thought
as the lot aught
the tiny things become huge
everything against me
my face a violent rouge
kick back
my flight pursuit strong
of all the knowledge I've obtained
I'll never truly know what's wrong