pathetic poetry and patterns (30.09.2021)

on the last day of September I don’t know what I’ve become

I slipped and missed the boat and now I can’t be anyone

is there something else I should have done?

do you know why I’m here?

on the last day of September I’m a little worse for wear

I’m losing everything I love and don’t know if I care

is there somewhere else that I can run

without so much to fear?

and here we wander in illusion

until oblivion is proven

this blissful hologram is home

if you think so too

and here we wait for more until

there’s nothing left but time to kill

this blissful ignorance is home

and every word is true.

on the night before October I don’t think I want to live

another dream of all the joys this silly story cannot give

I don’t know if there’s more to say

do you know why I’m here?

on the night before it’s over I remember I’m alone

I cry a lot but sometimes I still see you on my phone

perhaps I’ll make some sense someday

October’s nearly here.

and here we wander in illusion

until oblivion is proven

this blissful hologram is home

if you think so too

and here we wait for more until

there’s nothing left but time to kill

this blissful ignorance is home

and every word is true.

the tapestry needs stitching

in the hours of the witching

on the last day of September

I’m not much more than my lost temper.

the tapestry needs stitching

and the hologram is glitching

on the night before October

it’s safe to say the joke is over.

and here we wander in illusion

until oblivion is proven

this blissful hologram is home

if you think so too

and here we wait for more until

there’s nothing left but time to kill

this blissful ignorance is home

and every word is true.