antisorrow

i see you every day

but you don't look my way

perhaps that's for the best

you're better than the rest

manyothers board the train

for their daily dose of pain

several look a little hot

but they're all cunts, and you are not

i saw you months ago

but of course, you didn't know

what you made me feel inside

would make your eyeballs openwide

and as you shift your seat

i dream of when we'll meet

and of all the things i'd do

so let me walk you through

i'd sit with you and chat

upon this and about that

i'd gain your confidence

with a slew of compliments

later on, we'd disembark

noone sees, it's ratherdark

and when the moment's right

i'd make all sense take flight

please don't think it strange

that i'd like to rearrange

all the beauty that you keep

on a nightstand while you sleep

trowelled on like so much shit

i'd take it off with mottled spit

and of course, you'd wear a frown

i'd turn that fucker upsidedown

then i'd rip away your hair

nopoint screaming, i don't care

i'd fuck that which leaves a scar

it's my favourite coup de grâce

if you could, you'd call me killer

a serial blood spiller

but you'd stay still instead

because i took your prettyhead

then i snap back to the room

and its shit commuter gloom

there you are, your usual seat

only this time our eyes meet

you flash a scarlet smile at me

fuckinghell you've set it free

and to myself, with antisorrow

i whisper, 'this time tomorrow...'