This manic mantra of WASH, RINSE, REPEAT is killing me one day at a time I seek to dream the WAKING dream of existence a million times and counting Slipping further and further into a life within a life within a life But the universe cries STOP as the starry night evades this illusion Many times I have VENTURED to ponder... WHAT IF there is no guiding light in this world? JUST a micro-chasm of pure disbelief drolling with dipshit discrepancies WHAT IF this Expenditure of RELIEF tearing at your insides like a million cutting razors was the perfection youve been SEARCHING for? Born from the INCONSISTENT nature which you freely placed in my hands What to buy next and who to buy into? YOU ask pleadingly. I ask wittingly. WE ask mindlessly. The reply: a new wave TRIBAL Samba on disco dance floor districts And this new SOUND, a song which comminutes like many beating hearts at once The rhythm TRITURATING in your ears as naked bodies gyrate around fires of war GRAVITATING ENDLESSLY towards some sort of thoughtful initiative both FEARLESS and TRUE Here are the SHACKLES binding your working hands Here are the THOUGHTS we TELL you are YOUR own Here is the SHADOW of a man that once WAS and never WILL be again BROKEN now, forever and indefinite
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 21:24:52 +0000