Blue pillow
Is what I see every week.
Nothing too fancy, neither aesthetic
Just a plain blue one.
Just like my sad, empty,
Guilty soul.
When I put my head there,
Something happens.
As if my brain's a cassette
The pillow plays it
And my mouth is the audio device.
Cassette wants to stop, but the audio device wouldn't.
Do I feel better? Yes.
For a brief moment I do.
But you see,
You can't make the black go away.
Darkness stays.
Maybe it just
Gives you a little break
