picture postcards

up till now, things seemed fine.
okay, maybe they weren't but
i did act as if it was okay.
no one noticed anything was wrong.
right?

life is a big lie.
we work like robots
but get nowhere.
we're the means to an end,
no tomorrows.

if i break down and cry...

time and space are good for a messed up soul.
but too much is just a yawning chasm,
sucking you into the pits of sadness.
what you need is an angel at that point.
but my angel's dead.

*what am i waiting for? everything's gone.