(0366) apathetic daydream

her dream is dead. she wades through a wasteland.
she forgets how to run and needs someone's help to stand.
so many messages. so many hours. i'm allergic to dead and rotting flowers.
pencil pushers carving out their destiny. no - that's not for me. i need some reconstructive surgery.
creating something out of nothing is all that i know to do.
i drain out the bleach and add in whatever makes me think of the color blue.
a prison cell. the end of the work shift. a piece of meat.. lingering bullshit.
if i went away, would it be just as well then? i'm sure i sounded like every other person.

i've gone so long without another soul. maybe i'll fall into another black hole.

grasping for what should be mine. why should we push rewind?