Bankrupt
I can't feel my life anymoreThere is triumph inno-thing to nothingAndI knew YouLost in the cadence ofMireless laughter and thepeace and sting of-"it doesn't matter"does it?Life ebbs and chaffsOnly dry fatigue andEndless songs with ghost refrainWords that re-it-er-ate ofSunday school simplicityPlease- No MoreThe cruel rhapsody ofcantabrigian nightsWallowed in 12 o'clock sadness.And the cadence of chains rub againstBlisters of shame and sadness.What I would give to be okayThough it seemsThat I may -Should I?yetWho would know the ceaseless waneOf these cantabrigian daysOr the cadence of- mireless chains andghastly slavesLost in the rhapsody of12 o'clock gray
Albert Hwang '08