Never ask me to write you love letters,
Never ask me to pose for photographs,
I’ve nothing to give so simply don’t ask.
I’m a crack in the window,
A stain on the floor,
Something old and worthless you’ve no use for.
I’ll drain the life from a cut in your lips
Because I’ve nothing here but to exist.
I won’t flourish into a metaphor
for those born in my year,
I will not see all
as all will not see me,
My world will be engraved
on a bullet ricocheting
through holes in my memory,
all too much to make sense of.
I will not remember the pleasantries,
only the addictions.
I will not obsess about
the world changing,
I will remember you in
I will mean no offense
when I take up defense
of myself as the only truth,
And I will not share this
damage limitation with you.
This is something written for my friend Chris McLaren’s electronic music piece (look him up on YouTube, he’s a fucking awesome musician). The recorded version of this will probably be out and about in a month or so.
Granted, this is an amalgamation and a mess-about-with of two previous pieces. I’m lazy, shoot me.