there's no leaving at all

can you tell me what i want to hear
because i'm sick of your ringing in my ears.
And when there's nothing but quiet,
I miss the noise.

erase the tape playing in my head,
growing mould. it's getting old.

dustmite

brush away these cobwebs,
and drop me off from this shelf.
self-imposed obscurity;
So fuckin' sick of myself.

spectacle

Everybody's got eyes.
Pre-conceived notions run amok,
along airwaves and telephone lines.

sepra

I have nothing to hide.
It's quite contrary, this quandary.

done with making rhymes,
biding my time.

itastesreal

end to hopeless ponderings,
a change of pace,
replace a lifetime's worth;
meanderings...

page one.

not your loss

my bad.
anything but that,
it's the last thing i want
to happen.

530pm. time should stop

and to what means, this conundrum?
questions i know the answers to.