THE SELF-TALKERS

THE 

SELF-TALKERS

We are the self-talkers.

Roaming the streets late at night.

Walking and talking.

Avoiding each other like the plague.

Talking to no-one 

 but our selves.

Hoping to get saved.

Bitching about life 

and lost love.

The way things might have been. 

But never were. 

We are the self-talkers.

Walking and talking. 

Editing self-conversations 

and playing them back in our heads.

Musings along dark alleyways 

and streets bathed in rain.

They shimmer under the neon light. 

We are the self-talkers.

Talking to ourselves, coz no one else will listen.

Talking to the wind, that blows our words away.

Talking til we're all blue in the face.

And Red in the eye. 

We are the self-talkers.

We walk and talk and walk.

A devil on the left shoulder 

and an angel on the right.

We are the self-talkers.

Roaming endlessly

in the night...