king of pain

i approach the door to my mom's—yes, mom's—house today, only to remember that i had only the keys to my dad's. i pour the entire contents of my book-bag onto the green carpet. the more of a mess i made, the more likely my keys were to be there? i pour myself onto the floor next, and with my back against the wall i face the door. then i'm in tears. tears not like those i found falling from my eyes sitting in the back row of my physics room.

you see, i made the mistake of having hope this morning.

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this song was in my head all day; if you get it, you'll know why:

there's a little black spot on the sun today
it's the same old thing as yesterday
there's a black hat caught in a high tree top
there's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop

there's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
there's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
there's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb
there's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web

there's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
there's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
there's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
there's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread

i have stood here before inside the pouring rain
with the world turning circles running 'round my brain
i guess i'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
but it's my destiny to be the king of pain

—the police, king of pain

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i have still yet to eat since i learned.