...I wro te a p o e m...
Where in I fell asleep.
I woke up in a life like mine.
But everything important was removed.
No show was playing at the venue, no one was talking, the wind wasnt blowing
It was constantly raining.
[My parents were there.]
Nagging away and I got into my car to go to work.
Yet I found myself going towards the highschool.
On the way I got into an accident and died.
I wrote it as a memoire of a dream I had,
but it ended up being more then that
I tacked it to my wall
In reading it later I got out my paint and just . . .
Covered it up...
[You can only read the word rain.]
I dont know why i did it.
Why I even really wrote the poem.
It was a horrible dream.
An even worse poem.
I never THOUGHT about painting over it..
I dont remember painting over most of it.
Tomorrow or tonight,
I'm going to paint over the black paint with blue.
So it will be locked inside my wall.
Under the coats of paint ,
In silent fury.