am i an eternal blank page?
                eraser marks across my eyes.
                this has gone on

                    (on)
 
                entirely too long?
                oh joy and rapture
                the barren hole upon 
                which we strum so lightly

                    oh, memories, 
                    such a tease. 
                
                won't you ever know 
                that happiness is not 
                a warm gun?

                     oh ho. 

                when will this come clear?
                haven't we waited long enough?
                it was all over entirely too soon, 
                for such a long trip

                is this coming to an end? 
                what is the end to a blank page? 
                     
                      wiped clean. 

                erasure marks across my lips 
                to hush up all the nasty thoughts.
                the start of a blank slate.
                smooth & black towards a new day.
                erasure marks across my ears 
                to shut out all the hypocracy.
                everyday it is all a lie