Tell me

I churn and turn at the every sight of you.
My word from black and white, to Green And Blue.
I tell myself that we are competitors and friends.
But bits of me just ignore it and loosen the ends.


We are friends, but I am starting to loose hold of my senses. If that isn't bad enough; The promotionals will be out tomorrow. I feel emptied and bowelled out. I just KNOW that the scene I experienced inside the Barker Hall during O levels will repeat itself... I just know it. On a lighter note, I did a stand-in council OGL interview today. hmmm.... swanky....


I shake and flake at the at thought of it.
Like a spartan spear through a persian shield,
I feel cracked, penetrated, peirced upon the hit.
Tell me... tell me ... tell me... what should I do?