Ruby Tuesday’s Tricycle.

1. SOTD: Duality – Slipknot.

I push my fingers into my eyes…
It’s the only thing that slowly stops the ache…
But it’s made of all the things I have to take…
Jesus, it never ends, it works it’s way inside…
If the pain goes on…
Aaaaaaaah!

I have screamed until my veins collapsed
I’ve waited last, my time’s elapsed
Now, All I do is live with so much fate
I’ve wished for this, I’ve bitched at that
I’ve left behind this little fact:
You cannot kill what you did not create
I’ve gotta say what I’ve gotta say
And then I swear I’ll go away
But I can’t promise you’ll enjoy the noise
I guess I’ll save the best for last
My future seems like one big past
You’re left with me ’cause you left me no choice

I push my fingers into my eyes
It’s the only thing that slowly stops the ache
If the pain goes on,
I’m not gonna make it!

Pull me back together
Or separate the skin from the bone
Leave me all the Pieces, and then you can leave me
alone
Tell me the reality is better than the dream
But I found out the hard way,
Nothing is what it seems!

I push my fingers into my eyes
It’s the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it’s made of all the thing I have to take
Jesus, it never ends, it works it’s way inside
If the pain goes on,
I’m not gonna make it!

All I’ve got…all I’ve got is insane…
All I’ve got…all I’ve got is insane…
All I’ve got…all I’ve got is insane!
All I’ve got…all I’ve got is insane!

I push my fingers into my eyes
It’s the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it’s made of all the thing I have to take
Jesus, it never ends, it works it’s way inside
If the pain goes on,
I’m not gonna make it!

2.Thoughts: I am tired. I cannot wait for this to be over.

I grew tired of doing it before the rubbish truck dumped its load on my bare feet
I grew tired of picking up your scrambled egg of a life and trying to placate it into shape

I grew tired of grinding my teeth
I grew tired of your familial gratings

I grew tired of walking, running, hurtling towards the centre of the earth
I grew tired of wanting the fences to fall down, and being thrust into building them
I grew tired of being pulled in two, three, four and five again.

I am tired of hearing your name
I am tired of hearing you scream my name, whisper it, defame it
I am tired of your verbal backbiting, your social backsliding

I am tired of sitting in the quiet night listening to your screaming
I am tired of my opinions being dissected and trampled
I am tired of your appearance, disappearance
I am tired of your sniping, stupid commentary on events.

I am tired of your moaning to come inside, go without, be within and be more closed, more open, more like me, more like you
I am tired of your criticisms, supposed witticisms and above all, your entire “ism” (whatever that may be)

I am tired of all the neverending garbage you seem to have left in your wake
I am tired of wading through it and trying to find peace

I am tired.
So I sleep.
So glad
I am no longer
under
any obligation to you.

3. Please stay with me in this red space.

I’ll be here, chasing cars, working hard and getting on by. You forget, I’m invincible.

“Nice shirt. Pity about the rest of you”.

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