living_but_only_just aM i DiStUrBeD? Stop all the clocks and the world from spinning round. Tear down all the amusements at the local fairground. Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead, Scribbling in the sky, the message- He is dead. Tying every tree with a ribbon of my soul, Telling of your heart ache, before I loose control. You were my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest. My noon, my midnight, my twilight and thereafter; But standing alone, they all merge, hereafter. The stars are not welcomed now, put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good. 041007 ... crOwl amazingly written. 041007 ... somebody Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that friendship would last for ever: I was wrong. The starts are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good. 041007 ... aM i DiStUrBeD? Hey somebody, do you know who wrote that? You are all going to think i am a sell-out now, but i thought i would adapt it to fit my purposes. 041008 ... somebody I love your adaptation. It was written by W. H. Auden and is called Funeral Blues. 041008 ... aM i DiStUrBeD? Thank you. That means a lot to me to hear that, as i thought i was tredding on thin ice adapting it. I just thought that i could use it to give you an insight into my world, from another's point of view. 041008 ... unhinged i fell over the edge again sometime in the past six weeks; it's hard to pinpoint exactly when or where, but i have once again begun numbing myself on a daily basis. i want to reach out but i know no one will catch me. i want to sleep near someone every night again, but i know no one would be willing to just sleep. for some vast amount of time in comparison to my misery, i was somewhat happy because of him. but it all just disappears like wisps of smoke and i have nothing but numbness to hold me at night. 041008 what's it to you? who go blather from