head down again

the start was my only bet
to do what i wanted to do
but what is there
but just silly obsessions that get you caught
into the meaningless nothinglessness that lies at my heart
just trying to turn up something
shy pricks in the dark
just waiting for the laugh
and jealousy waiting on wings
i can hear you laugh
and still i can hear you cry
but the difference is just taking up too much
and the space wears thing
on my shoe
heard that one before
the thief i am
the thief i'll always be
sitting faceless
saying meaningless things again
and watching the styles on my face wear thick sludge
beated down by anything
and razors my tast
to the blood in my mouth
when comprehending your friggin' hellos
saying
goodbye to anything
just when the close space is open
and rushes through nothing again
on my back again
with my head down again
looking straight at you
and him

-winston campbell-