Conversations of clueless Alfredo to Casey.

Dear Casey,


I’ve seen you longing for happiness
For quite sometime,
But still, you haven’t got it right,
Are you okay?

Obviously you’re not fucking okay.

Silly, we have names among ourselves,
He, she, me, you, we,
All of us do, that keep us laughing,
Laughing for you to carry you back,
Back home where you belong.

Somewhere in between,

We cried over the same melodies,
We got our bruises from the same guy,
But yours was...shall I say worst?
You got it from him for Christ sake!
He was strong, mean and definitely
Nasty.

You’re hurt but still you’re pulling the strings,
Back, back to you,
Trying so hard preventing sorrowfulness,
To prevent him walking out of the front door,
Leaving traces of...nothingness.

You hide it every time he walk pass by your mind,
Even from your mum, you do,
But dear Casey, do you know that all of us are worried?
Perhaps not, I don’t think so.

My medulla oblongata is dying,
And the vision of it, has somehow fade,
How can I ever see you again, Casey?
Well previously Pete left, now you, where to?
I heard heaven is overrated? Is that where it is?

Inevitable.

Nothing can be change at this moment,
Have some aspirin and meet me at the bottom,
I’ll lead you to hell, we’ll see if it’s overrated or not.
I’m not asking for much, not even mercy,
Because you don’t even have that, why bother asking?
If I can hold this beating heart, I’ll plug it out and give it
To the boy in Iraq,
He really needs them more than I do.

Stories,

I'm running out of ink, but I can illustrate it
With pictures and let you listen to it,
Yes they have sounds also, wait; I’m not sure about it,
Every trick takes half a second, every prick kills every second,
But you take less than that.

I took pictures, you make scenes,
I create cinematography, while you create the moments in there,
You fucking prick!
Now you’ve lost the tape we’ve built,
God damn you.

Evaluation is what I need the most right now,
I need to calculate and evaluate your worthiness,
I want to track back the billings the blood we shed,
The times we’ve wasted.