User:Lord Rumfish/I doubt you're even reading

I doubt you're even reading

and if so,

you wouldn't tell me

and I'm bleeding ink

I've worked so long

among the paper presses

bleeding ink of love's duresses

Two can play this game,

but one has played it out

so far

one has played it out -

has dreamed in stereo

recorded in mono

and harvests guano droppings

from your soul

And it flows -

it churns, it ebbs in tides

and crashes round my ears,

collides

in worlds (now) never meant to cross

I bear, I grin,

I pay the loss

I flip my coins and play my roles

who cares the truth?

who pays the tolls?

so simple -

I am never free:

I made the lock,

You hold the key.

Mark Burton, Sunday, July 30th, 6:44 A.M.