You can count all you like, but it won`t add up.
In your tired mind, or your more tired book.
You killed it today, as if it hasn`t meant anything,
Forgetting the weight of what used to have meaning.
It used to have meaning.
Abrading, watching as you shave this down to nothing,
until there`s nothing left.
Waiting, as you arm yourself with turpentine
and burn me off just like the rest.
So you`ve drained all the life, from these swollen lungs.
To dumb down the time, and egg on the rust.
You killed it today, as if it hasn`t meant anything.
Forgetting the weight, of what used to have meaning.
Abrading, watching as you shave this down to nothing,
until there`s nothing left.
Waiting, for you to arm yourself with turpentine
and burn me off just like the rest.
Would you be happy then?
All this for nothing.