Unregrettable regret.

August 26, 2008.

Time clocks in more often than my thoughts check out,
I'm stuck in this cycle of faked heavenly bliss.
Those words you cast out, nearly scatter my bones.
With all my heart I ache to regret every second of this,
But you're merely nothing more than an unregrettable regret.
Eyelashes stick, thick with the black that runs.
Palms sweat, tired from winding the twiddling thumbs.
Uncontainable annoyances that spill forth of lips.
With all my heart I ache to regret every second with you,
But you're merely nothing more than an unregrettable regret.
Their ugly mocking faces turn in jeers full of pitisism.
Again, the clock dongs at the hour of inhibitionism.
The clock that times in more often than I check my thoughts.