Post by Ian R on Sept 20, 2002 19:58:32 GMT -5
6-year old edible paste
Satirical emulation;
or a frothing discontinuance
of something deep, something
tar-black and bitter.
A veteran of life, presumes
life-itself in measurements
of faith like a victimless rape.
Deeper and deeper my sighs
grow fictional in the eyes
of your minstrel parade.
Ask me just one more time...
Ask me if I’m okay!
The silence is a curdling
yolk of life-itself shoving
semi-automatic flesh up
on the shelf. Tomorrow
Ill try again, “she said,
she said”
Tomorrow Ill wake again
to eyes of the dead instead.
I dreamt big!
Skylines, no limit it could bring,
yet here I am with cynical
songs to sing.
Rapture suckling, vipers,
vandals and vixen youth.
Elixir of tainted truth.
The venom is spreading.
I glare, head on and fully aware,
This bitter air is circling,
invisible predator of psychotic
glory. Don’t turn around,
and don’t pretend to ignore me.
Sanctuary was given a price-
that I can’t afford.
Satirical emulation;
or a frothing discontinuance
of something deep, something
tar-black and bitter.
A veteran of life, presumes
life-itself in measurements
of faith like a victimless rape.
Deeper and deeper my sighs
grow fictional in the eyes
of your minstrel parade.
Ask me just one more time...
Ask me if I’m okay!
The silence is a curdling
yolk of life-itself shoving
semi-automatic flesh up
on the shelf. Tomorrow
Ill try again, “she said,
she said”
Tomorrow Ill wake again
to eyes of the dead instead.
I dreamt big!
Skylines, no limit it could bring,
yet here I am with cynical
songs to sing.
Rapture suckling, vipers,
vandals and vixen youth.
Elixir of tainted truth.
The venom is spreading.
I glare, head on and fully aware,
This bitter air is circling,
invisible predator of psychotic
glory. Don’t turn around,
and don’t pretend to ignore me.
Sanctuary was given a price-
that I can’t afford.