we're all lost here
we're all mad here
we're all tired here
we're all here
until one day , we disappear
be patient
wait your turn
sell your soul and watch it burn
soon you'll learn
be patient
wait your turn
we're all lost here
we're all mad here
we're all tired here
we are all not here

One need only look to the four winds
to find four frowns;
eight sad eyes
straining to see
through stained glass tears.
The man said "I die daily" but
he didn't have a constant stream of
status updates
to maintain.
I define myself daily.
Being special has
thus far
not protected me from
the unbearable weight
of today.
All of the analog cigarettes and
old fashioned daydreams
in the world
cannot save me now.
If I'm not seen
am I really here?
Heavy hearts and weary heads
reside respectively in the chests and on the necks
of everyone I encounter.
The gas station attendant
feels empty and
is bereft of a sense of irony.
The world ends
not with bang OR whimper,
but
with a deep and baleful sigh...
with a deep and baleful sigh...
with a deep and baleful...

These monotonous people
This unintelligible life
you're all in a play
and you're the actors
doomed to pretend for the rest of your lives
as you grow , so does your repentance
those invisible chains they put on your ankles feel cold , dont they ?
your words become scripted
oblivious to reality
your a puppet
they watch you dance the dance of desolation
lock away your poor soul till you've reached your quietus
your human qualities become government regulations
forever inhibited
forever astray
These monotonous people
This unintelligible life

The ocean
Endless
Sprawling
Wide
In it
Plenty
Live
And die
Waves
Curling
Crash
And swirl
Tossing
Driftwood
In a whirl
Green
Blue
White
And black
Colours
Blending
Changing
Track
Living
Breathing
Swelling
Growing
Without
An end
Always
Knowing
The ocean
Endless
Sprawling
Wide
Its secrets
Hidden
Deep inside

(C) Pixievic 2016