Outer Silences

And I knew,

I knew something was wrong

When I became the violent one.

Miss Self Destructive,

We have come to depend upon.

Unbalanced.

Letting bells resound now,

In the black silence of my voice.

Can’t need anyone,

I don’t think it’s my choice.

Hollow sounds;

The noise I make too much.

She won’t come out to play today,

We know she can’t walk.

Watching from the windowpane.

Recognise

Recognise,

Can you recognise,

Can you recognise.

Scratched the wallpaper.

Messed it up real good.

It was fun to do.

Recognise,

Can you recognise,

Can you recognise.

Slashed up lily pads.

Splashing water tearing.

It was fun to do.

Recognise,

Can you recognise,

Can you recognise.

Maybe I wanted to be shouted at.

Maybe it makes a change from all that.

The quite that’s passing in front of blind eyes;

Recognition for the innocent who have died.

Bus Rides At High Tide

Searching for my medium,

For some strange reason.

How to speak without words?

I don’t want to shout,

But I do want to shout,

Because no one can be heard.

And I love, love, love

Bus rides at high tide.

It don’t mean a thing

In acceptable Everything.

Well maybe that’s why.

Just maybe that’s why.

Fairytale Best Friend

Haunting thoughts of Miss Long-ago Friend,

Miss Pianos and Riding Lessons.

I don’t want to think you,

But you’re still in my head.

All of these years down the road,

Oh how we have grown.

She’s on the bus sometimes,

Or maybe she’s not.

I think that she died long ago.

But looking back now I know.

Innocence was a sweet thing,

Just like my fairytale best friend.

You broke me when you turned your back.

But then, they always do.

Pickled

Would you like a little piece of me?

To keep in a jar on a shelf somewhere.

Pickle me Mr. Discovery,

Opportunities like this are rare.

Well I’m a deep, deep, deep

Fragile thing.

Fragile little invisible thing.

And it’s pretty dark down here,

Pretty cold and dark down here.