Running yellow with sound
This steady rhythm still
Driving me into trance
I surf on the dirty foam of your
Overdriven
Guitars
And I forget what I’m here for
*****
You are a cockroach on my wall
Not coming down
And if I’d bother to stand up
Maybe I’d see you're just a dried-up, hollow
Shell

...But for now
I’ll just call you my
Pet
And keep waiting