My heart is pounding fast, I’m out of gas, it never lasts
Serotonin, oxytocin, we’re built for sins and late for mass
Chemical, mechanical faces, daily races underwater
Looking for god in cabarets and never searching for answers
Am I your jester? Will I entertain her? Is the sense in making sense
For a semblance of humanity, insanity, neuropathy
Endowed in chronic migraines and under castigated lies?
Uncertainties play like a chess piece, checkmate, check please
Asking the waiter for the receipt, but he never comes
It’s sympathetic…pathetic, isn’t it?
The empathy that curls and coils and churns in my esophagus
Screaming until my lungs are bruised, traumatic pain, dramatic recluse
In the throes of a black rose, petals falling in a final calling
For the tears in tantrum storming, where are we now?
Somehow…it never changes, the change rattling ranges in our pockets
Never mean a thing, but there’s a hole in your pants
And your nickels are clattering in your mind; never mind
The respect, don’t expect, crestfallen and swollen eyes, do it thrice
Without fail, without avail, without much ado about the gale—
They say love was just a tale written in thorns and photographs,
Polaroids and tongues so crass, washing away the blood on our hands
Burying the body but never saying sorry, you’ll never bury the past!
Here I stand. My heart is pounding fast, I’m out of spare tires and gas
Waiting for the moment to last, waiting for the end to finish the past
Will this sempiternity ever end? Will the medication finally bend?
Will this recluse find the chaos amid the calm, will I take on such a task?
My heart slows down, and I’m waiting silently yet patiently for you to ask,
But you never show your cards, and again…I relapse.