Across The Universe
I tried thinking about the point of the Universe yesterday
But it blew my mind thinking about it
[just like the shotgun my best friend once held to his head]
Crystallised shattered pieces of my fragmented eyes
Covered the snow
As I cried scarlet tears of blood
[like the blood that covered the wall behind him, and the floor, and my hands]
Pure liquid ink running from my soul
Heart fossilised due to countless rejections
Of publishing companies
[he never made it very far either]
One word standing out on the sharp shards of my denunciation
“sorry”
[that word always stained his lips]
Another blank page blinking back at me
[another character down]
Cluelessly from my computer
[my friends are all in my head]
Do I have enough passion to face yet another rejection?
[I need a proper hobby; my faith in myself is dwindling]
