LateBeing late was something that she had never been any good at. For twenty-seven punctual years she had made the point to be ten minutes early to wherever she had to be. But everyone has to be late at least once in their lives, and she was ten minutes late, which for her meant that she was twenty minutes late, and perhaps to those that are somehow always ten minutes late she was right on time or maybe even a little early. She flashed her ticket at the bleary eyed man-who-looked-at-train-tickets-but-she-didn't-know-what-that-was-called and was impressed by the lack of humanity in a place where
Murder.Conversation can kill you.Murder, homicide, Name it what you will.Idle chatter is merely another dagger,To my daydreamer heart.Maintain the manners,Laugh in the right places,Keep your mouth shut,Yet not too much.Don't dare to make it bearable.Refrain from saying what you think.Don't roll your eyes.That would be rude, you know. But then of course you do,Otherwise you wouldn't agree with me,Would you?Sit and listenTo the yammer of weddings, supermarketsAnd reality television.Just don't let them know,You'd rather be someplace elseAnd that they're killing you,Inside.
AtticDeep in the darkAnd high above our heads,The dust settlesOn past moments.Locked away beneath the beams,In cardboard boxesAnd damp cases,Are left behind lives,Static and sadness,In the end only saved,To be cast away.Kiss them goodbye,You can't keep them forever.
CageShe's disappearedAnd you don't know why.You call her a strangerBut the truth is you never met her.You never knew her heart.You stopped her words,With harlequin eyes,So you saw forced smiles,Locked and toothless, That never reached her eyes.You wonder why she's run away.Did you really think that she would stay?Judged. The subject of many whispers,Stuck in a witless world,That didn't like her.She's not coming back.
Sta.sh
My inbox is clogged anyway, I have to do a mass delete so don't worry about it 
