phone’s going dead
little red lights blinking
think it may be connected to my heart
the voltage slowly leaking
i don’t know what’s left to say
so fuck it fade away
i don’t know what’s left to write
sailing on through the night
the little red lights blinking
says the dreams are getting weak
tossing and turning across the bed
i’m sick of counting sheep
laying here in misery
fuck it fade away
laughing as i fall apart
same shit everyday
sick of sending messages to bob upon the waves
sick of thinking happy thoughts
pretending everything’s okay
that little red light blinking
says give it a fresh charge
maybe i’ll plug myself in too
what more damage can i take
and as the voltage courses through
i have no peace to make
it’s just trying to go to ground
i feel you little guy
it’s not the voltage but the amperage that kills
just a burning with no relief
my little red lights blinking
is it me or just the phone i honestly can’t say
but let us both sit a while longer
see which of us fades away
I really like this metaphor.
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Heheh yeah, metaphor…
thanks AL
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Unless you literally have red blinking lights on your body, yeah… If you so, this might be the first time that I express concern.
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You don’t? Little led indicators across your chest and down your spine? Funny. They put them in at the factory.
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I must be defective. I knew it…
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They only put the indicators in the defective units. You are exactly as intended. Lucky.
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I feel a poem coming out of this…
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I can’t wait to read it
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