Radio Static

Radio Static  ©Laforge/Randall

 

He has become accustomed

To permanent hallucination

He lies down in a bed of roses

Awakens with a crown of thorns

This pain is indifferent to the sky

 

What would he give to forget

Can name your price to never have met

Despises this regret

She was honey in his mouth

 

Falling down a perpetual well

Daily life like white noise drives him

Losing a grip on what held his interest

Caught as he is in the cross-fire

Of emotions

 

Puts his fingers to his lips

Draws the outline of a kiss

Flashbacks like daggered postcards

He’s just grasping at straws

Sidewalks seem to ignore him

Because there’s no fixing a wasted heart

Falling down a perpetual well

Daily life like white noise drives him

Losing a grip on what held his interest

Caught as he is in the cross-fire

Of confusion

 

She told him

Made him a comic book hero

She used to hold him

Whispers and sighs

Breathless, took his breath away

Replaced the music by radio static

 

Falling down a perpetual well

Daily life like white noise drives him

Losing a grip on what held his interest

Caught as he is in the cross-fire

Of confusion

 

Breathless, took his breath away

She was such a good liar

Breathless, took his breath away

She was such a good liar