I can’t feel my life anymore
There is triumph in
no-thing to nothing
And
I knew You
Lost in the cadence of
Mireless laughter and the
peace and sting of
-“it doesn’t matter”
does it?
Life ebbs and chaffs
Only dry fatigue and
Endless songs with ghost refrain
Words that re-it-er-ate of
Sunday school simplicity
Please- No More
The cruel rhapsody of
cantabrigian nights
Wallowed in 12 o’clock sadness.
And the cadence of chains rub against
Blisters of shame and sadness.
What I would give to be okay
Though it seems
That I may –
Should I?
yet
Who would know the ceaseless wane
Of these cantabrigian days
Or the cadence of
– mireless chains and
ghastly slaves
Lost in the rhapsody of
12 o’clock gray
Albert Hwang ’08