reiteration is the basis of everything
the most perfect creations replaced inevitably
as taste, styles and the people that make them cease to be
then they themselves remade to replace themselves equally
but better
allegedly

the noose hes holding on to
is the rope that stops him drowning
balanced on the razors edge
of someone elses understanding
of how to stop a scrambled egg
standing in the fire surrounding
the frying pan hes made his bed in
but wont lie down and die in in silence
from spitting in their eye

pray take your paper morals
pay the piper for his troubles
you cast your bread upon the waters
to watch your ripples fade away
you pious men of clauses
masters of words and wars
and worse
no more martyrs to your causes
will come this way again

how long must i rage
against the dying of the light
before i can go to my grave
having fought the good fight
im battered and bruised
black and blue
like the night i invite
pray take me gently
lest i take my own life in spite

the people that care dont care
theyre not there to help you
theyre there to get theirs
whether theyre directors doctors or nurses
theyre at work
they cant remember the last time their calling was heard
through the cacophony of their own phony words

this grey feeling
so monochromatically appealing
akin to staring at the ceiling
unaware of the storm that is passing overhead

too far gone
not far enough yet
falling further
from the bleeding edge
freefall freedom
as free as it gets
feel the impact
face the consequence