Angel Dust Falling like a star from an out-of-tune Hollywood, I yell out questions to myself but no one answers me. Why do I touch reality only to fall into yet another dream? Crawling from my hole in an overpaid world, I wonder: where are the uncertainties that used to cling to me? Too late to cry out. Too soon to let go. At the zoo all the monkeys laugh at me. Someone's rough voice tickles my ear as he whispers a secret to me. My answer is lost in an empty room. Swallowed by silence, Like me. |