touching static

Day 11 / 365 – Touching static (Photo credit: xJason.Rogersx)

sitting watching the static on my TV screen
listening to the woman in my head that does nothing but scream

the darkness that surrounds paranoid me when I’m all alone
ain’t got no one that I want to talk to on that ringing telephone

counting the roaches that crawl in the dark on my dirty rug
they like to dance and play hip hop music acting like dirty thugs

I wonder what I will do when I finally grow up
I think I’ll just pass away right after I throw up

it’s the deafening quiet that drives me slowly insane
while I’m sure that someone above is yelling out my name

calmly I try to take a nap for a little while
only to listen to a cockroach concerto for those with no style

I’ll dream that I’ve got a lot of unimportant things to do
work hard all day and then come home to a different Stepford version of you

I’ll spend all my pay on just one something nice
only it’s something I can’t afford to buy at any price

and my insanity is nothing improved and brand new
just laugh and invite the whole world to join in on the view