The letters are waiting south for me,

Gazing up with their glazed figures,

Just wishing they could be pushed and used,

So then they would know they weren't completely useless.

But too bad that they all know that if we wanted,

We could speak our thoughts.

Oh goodbye screened confessions;

I've learned to talk.

Our words have layers,

But mine are only first visible.

So don't be shocked when the bottle bursts,

Because it's not me who's jerking the last strand.

[Of everything and then some...]

The poison marked 'revenge' means nothing.

How can something be 'something' when it's never touched?

If only fools can carry wrongs,

Then I must be a harlequin.

Bad news is never good

Unless my labeling machine took a day off.

Vacation is necessary for fake souls,

It gives us time to think about the everything's in nothings.

I should quite defiantly know.

The lines just keep on repeating,

No new rhythm,

Not Deja Vu,

The originality just ran away.

Down the street it hides.

Do you really think I can't see you?

Obscurity isn't invisible.

Your numbers are just going down,

Your time is running out,

Never in.

You're sleeping on thin ice,

But you don't seem to care

Because the damage is done.

Right?

It's all just stating the obvious.