it is the rain that pours down to the sound of melancholic misery. the droplets riddled with blank expressions from the despair that emanates from the ground. each calculated fall hits the dreams of many a disturbed cadaver. and yet i seek refuge here away from the incessant mornings and nights. deluge of galleries are built to house the pointless words that litter the wispy clouds.
it is to make believe we are perfect.
spinning around the same speeches of apparent intellects that do not matter and do no good. and when you find the pinnacle of such behaviour, there is no surprise when people pander. to demise. to exploitation. knife me in and watch the writhing with intent as the blades of grass die from the spill of pandemonic perception. while faceless laughter echo into the depressions of whom it may concern, clinging onto the crutches hoping to live longer and bigger.
sick and deprived of my fear, sleep again.
and again i have fallen upon asphyxiation when questioned over and over again, why. Open wrists bleed profusely for malpractice of thought. Junctions crossed have become dim and the lunatic shivers a whole new meaning. attempting desperately to smother the learning of revolution. the multiplicit nature of tears cause them to be deemed expendable. nobody hears you moan like a whore and your supposed wounds no result of hate.
do you recall the veins that were severed in silence and the cries of wanting to be heard?
there is no apparent end to this madness and the cultural conditioning is wasted as the signs are not read anyway. you must have been tearing the clones down as you stand next to all the other rats. masses of late replies weigh down the hands. everywhere a wheezing cough completes the birth cycle as it revolves with much less. the alleged evolution of humility.
We have yet to see it.
just as we hoped for more of less, we are trapped stalking the ground forever fragmenting whatever life left in the core. the crescent shaped dams block the real flow of the elements that mirror bursts of epiphany. sway now towards the salvation that is escape. pull the pin and bite down hard to cleanse the sin. i remain, after all this, the anomie in this anomaly.
