A pity when you cant see what lies in front of your face.
Lying there with the carton of 3 day old milk festering by the garbage can, and the cheese you know even the rats wont near.
Out side the window it’s a cold wintry night,
…still no warmth fills this place.
The phone stares back at you in its cold plastic silence,
its been cut off for weeks now,
and yet you hear a faint ring out in the distance.
Staggering across the cracked and shattered floor you pick up the receiver,
…if you’d like to make a call please hang up and try again.

12/02/2002

Author's Note: Inspired by From Autumn To Ashes's "Mercury Rising" (on Too Bad Your Beautiful)

Posted on 12/02/2002
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