the midnight drummer. (who lost his beat.)

The Midnight Drummer.
(who lost his beat.)
__________________

Everything should be
perfect lord..but I'm
empty.

A Shell Lost at Sea,
going through the motions
of it's undoing.

The air tastes like blood,
and everything sounds the
same to me.

As I sit here waiting
for the Flood... to be
swept away in My own
Odd Mystery.

(which seems to admire
company even more
than classic Misery.)

My Heart is no longer
moved by the simple
things that once seemed
profound, and endowed
with their own secret
complexities.

In fact I think it just
pounds for the pure
hell of it lately...
The Midnight Drummer
who lost His Beat.

(without realizing
The Music of Love
has Died.)

j.s.h.