as i lie there - SCP Foundation

i'm a young boy,

and my father is sitting me down

to tell me about how son,

the world is full of screaming and wailing

and women who say they love you and

then leave you for some yuppie fuck

who moves a lot of money around in new york,

and i'm staring at him blankly,

my only thoughts on when mom

will come home with dinner.

i'm beneath the blinding fluorescence again,

i look around and a man is there,

dressed in black,

staring at me silently.

i'm a young man,

trying to explain to my uncle that no,

i'm not a lazy good-for-nothing,

dad's just an alcoholic piece of shit

who can't deal with stepmom being gone

and takes it out on me and

can you please let me stay here

until i can get on my feet again.

the man offers me a cigarette,

i tell him

that i don't smoke

and he puts it in his mouth instead.

i'm not as young a man,

sitting in my apartment

with a big bowl of kraft dinner,

staring at the phone

waiting for it to ring.

the man stares at me.

the phone never rings.

he's not moving.

i guess he has to be breathing

because he's smoking

but i can't see

the rising and falling of his chest.

it's the end of my senior year,

i just got out of this party

with my girlfriend and she's taking me

to this beautiful lake

out in the forest

where we'll hold hands

and look at the stars

until the sun comes up in the early morning

and wipes the night sky away

like bugs off a windshield.

he reaches out

and puts his hand on my shoulder.

i close my eyes.

i rest.