Thursday, December 08, 2005

The Black Sea

On a ship to nowhere
On a dark and tranquil sea
I’m sinking with a cargo
Of the things that cannot be
On the far horizon
the final sunsets fall
And Tuesday becomes Wednesday
Becomes any day at all

Everything we do
Nothing remains true
I am frightened I’m a liar
And I’m tortured by desire
Every single day
In all the simple ways
I am torn apart inside
by the things I’ve tried to hide

~OMD, "The Black Sea"

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Uh, dude? This ain't very cheery...you didn't type this on a ledge did you?

jeopardygirl said...

oooh, atmosphere!

Ben Varkentine said...

Not any more than I type anything else...