Nine Sixty Four

 dreams!
 scream 
 cry
 sugar-high
 rubbed off on me from you
 turned me from green to blue
 cold cold bought & sold
 you told the sky
 what you thought it wanted to hear
 & it told you 
 to bugger off & the shining sea admitted
 it only wanted a nap 
 from the endless expectations
 /give me some oblivion!/
 she screamed in the wind-swept night
 (knife)
 & i laughed & hung my head up to dry
 left alone once again to contemplate
 the ending of my death.