Move along.....There's nothing left to see!

Twickenham by The Thames.


I'm not asking, just don't care!
I don't care anymore, just won't get anywhere!
I won't get anywhere, I am already there!
I have always been there! Never been away!
From these spinning plates & their continuous sway.
Is this fabric thin enough, to take razored tips?
You can't do that you silly boy!......But.....need my fix!
But he's in pain, like never before!
He can only hold on NOW!, and no more.
At the front line, no time to hurt,
Leave your sleeve down on your favorite shirt.
Inviting in the darkness, There's plenty to come!
As I sit in the dark, Where is the fun?
This area is numb now, apart from the pain!
As I lose my innocence & excepting vein.
I draw a red mark where it enters thin fabric,
Can I learn at home please, I feel a little sick!
Where can I go & be gone from this all,
Where the slow running kids rush through the hall.
Why from flat on the floor, can I not see the door,
Almost scratching my thin, tight skin, I can no more!
When will this hole be so nice to be small,
When will I learn to wake up & crawl.
Across this dark & stealing floor,
I'm not asking, Just don't mind anymore!

Jason