why not why do ?

18+ verhaal
people can ask tell or do pretty much anything to me.
hell i wish they did more often.
and then again, they don't
and when they do i am late.
or premature.

so why in gods name wouldn't i ?
why in gods name should i ?

ever had that feeling ?
the feeling of being obsolete ?
i am

useless cause i am not being used.

i am like a hammer in the shed while in the attic they search for a hammer.
they need it in the kitchen, but when they finally found me,
i was eighter too big or too small, too new or too old, too shiny or too rusty

i am like a bomb in a passifist country under attack
craving to explode for the good cause, yet no one dares to cross that line.

i am like the suicide pill that you desperatly wanted,
but the bullit was delivered just ten minutes ahead of me.

i feel so obsolete
feel free to delete
your vehicle obsolete.
22 mei 2007 - meld ongepast verhaal
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