Notebook 020

Third Time Lucky
Journal Entry: Tue Apr 18, 2006, 11:44 PM

It's been too long for sympathy to touch.
It's been too long for sympathy to take effect.
The melancholic happiness of missed regrets,
With an underlying sense, that it's still to come yet.

All was sudden.
All was cold.
A cabaret, a montorage.
Deep breaths please,
One. Two. Three. And hold.

A treasure chest made of secrets.
A head full lies.
A conspiracy, the aftermath.
The broken slow goodbyes.

The preparation for a freefall.
A flower in full bloom.
A person turns to body.
A stainless white clean room.

The darkness, the blurring, the oily smeared words.
The darkness, the numbness, the distance unheard.

The darkness, the void, the light filled with air.
The darkness, the darkness, the darkness,

Despair.