You come and go as you please
Enter in like a tease
Society must not
Be a breeze for you
Choose your weapon
No one can
Reach out to you
But the ones you want
To respond to
Satellite
What you put others through
Has no effect on you
It doesn’t matter
At all if
You’ve decided to
Turn off the phone
Nobody’s home
Anyway
Stay away
Do Not Enter
Escape reality
With mental illness
No one knows
What to expect
From the ones that
We love
What sickness is it this week?
Darkness
Sweet Torture
Occasional bliss
Up and down
Rollercoaster
A mirage of potential
Fists
No one knows what to believe
What will you say
Which way you’ll be
What phone you’ll answer
A busy signal
A busy signal
Static and
An empty dial tone
Push 1 for grief
If your phone
Is off the hook
And your receiver
Can’t receive me
I wish you peace
Call me
© GÄ
Poétique 