Godzemo

It was my fourth job interview this week, and they had all ended the same way. Like flakes of paint, the colours were peeling away from him as I watched. At first it had been just a spot on his tie, this otherwise spotlessly clean and correct HR guy. Now his entire tie, butterfly patterns and all, was just a dirty grey strip down his chest. His white shirt, too, is flecked with grey spots. I presume there's some on his pants, too. Some of the colour is falling on his desk in front of him, the rest is all on the floor. I can feel it there. "Miss Chevlin." He's talking to me. He has perfect English, the Queen's own words flowing out of his mo

And I'm dead Dead inside I never Did confide, in you That all I wanted was to Fly away on wings of heaven Yes, I'm dead Dead inside Like a Tidal wave, that In the end can only Crash and subside forever Departure Is the Light seen Behind my eyes, leads straight To my diamond heart Brittle as the never So I'm Still here My friend Words and emptiness, this Story that can Only end on wings of heaven When you Listen to The whisper Of my hollow lips, on Air, burns like the stars As cold as all surrounds them God brings these wings I grow Wings for all the lost With seeds I could not sow I welcome home the final fros