cars will one day reside in the museums of hate

It's thinly spread across the day, a shower and a coffee or a conversation on the phone.
Poison infiltrates the simplicity of a home, where understanding takes it's toll. Dissatisfaction
creeps across the floor sprinkles powder before the foot-steps, on books and VCR's.
Denies the events of past years, undermines friendships. A weak passion that can't be maintained,
it comes in the middle of the night and leaves a cold space.