Self Pity
Flavoured sadness
With a bitter-sweet taste
Occupies my senses and arouses my sadness.
I'm so full of pitiful past-times
Strips of disjointed excuses
That maim my thanks.
Crud with no purpose;
Grot without a reason;
Pursuing meaningless bits that don't exist.
Pretending to grope for a light switch
That I know is there...
But secretly not wanting it.
Seductive, luring problems
Excuses for my state
I have an obsession
And I hate
It.
But I have too many good excuses I can't waste.
Don't pity me.
I pity myself enough for the both of us.
--October 17, 2001
With a bitter-sweet taste
Occupies my senses and arouses my sadness.
I'm so full of pitiful past-times
Strips of disjointed excuses
That maim my thanks.
Crud with no purpose;
Grot without a reason;
Pursuing meaningless bits that don't exist.
Pretending to grope for a light switch
That I know is there...
But secretly not wanting it.
Seductive, luring problems
Excuses for my state
I have an obsession
And I hate
It.
But I have too many good excuses I can't waste.
Don't pity me.
I pity myself enough for the both of us.
--October 17, 2001
