Paths turn into dead ends & the living mockery of life ridicules....
As I stand like a lost child ready to re enter the womb.
The beast with the fangs sucks what I call my living force turning me into a crouching spine.
And the parasitical air erodes the soul leaving behind a fossil of raped conscience.
With the tomb of the dead self I walk across passing different men & women hoping to catch a flicker of life.
The mirage continues....
3 comments:
ah this is better nice and direct a lot like my life no my life is not very direct
ne way have u read any of my pottery?
http://catd0g.blogspot.com/2007/05/unknown.html
the last one i wrote (have not been too depressed and wasted for quite sometime)
crystals all about u.. with candles at every corner in the room.......suddenly imagined..
A constant stramming of an electronic guitar... and flourish in about three seconds... just enough to send the candle flames a flicker.... dont mind.. ur post reminded me of the sight... :)
Turbulence admist apathy... clearing the dust on its morbid journey..its begun!
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