#fromalongtimeago

M : Si ça va, j'ai juste un peu mal.

L : Ah ? Où ?

Door sewn shut, my eyelids up but my body cold forbid’s me. A thought soaked raw in rum shades why I'm here. Faces squint with gauntness judge, the rip marks softly dripping charm, as the withered hand of one puts, me at ease.

‘Don’t feel neglected baby, we’re all the same here. We know the fear you feel and why its there. We’ve watched you sleeping, shit, we hear what you are thinking and we love you more than emotion you could drink.’

‘Barbed wire family (cut from the sane) to put it simply (we know its strange) but you’l be alright now, you are home.’

You've taken all the birds,

Their songs and my words.

The other birds do not appeal,

For my want for them too you had to steal.

The thief of things new to me,

Things dear to me.

The things I can't see without seeing you

Are the only things I ever want to see.

You've taken the song from my ears

And returned it to my voice,

That gasps for choice

in trying to find songs that aren't about you,

Songs that aren't somehow yours.

Replaced all I had with all you have is now all I have.

Poor.

You've taken getting drunk on whiskey and cider

And time the gaping gap you left just gets wider and wider

You've taken space and stars,

and astronauts and Mars.

And shit blue mopeds and shit blue cars.

The things that are twee, the things that are cute,

The robots, dinosaurs, trinkets and boots,

The value of things that no longer have use.

The pokemon, the monsters, the aliens, the trolls,

The bicycles, the rain and the snow as it falls.

Perhaps the most precious thing of all you've taken too,

My smile every time I think of you.

The things I did and the things I was:

You've thieved my spirit and my cause.

What is there left for you to steal?

The city's spirit, my love of fruit a peel.

And all the cakes and biscuits' naughty feel.

You've thieved my taste for anything more,

And replaced my old eyes and heart with new ones

Forever sore.

You've thieved all the light and the promise of day,

You've thieved all the things I had still to say.

All I feel now is endless dismay,

And cloud-clogged bitter indifference.

Every cloud has a silver lining it's true,

But not when you've gone and stolen that too.

One thing you've not taken is my ability to dance,

A doll with no soul yet a will still to prance,

and an undying love of all things romance.

That's what I am, what I'm left with not gone.