this sound
gears, they grind
it speaks to me
a communication unseen
screaming
of metal together
"work!" they scream,
work
looking
to these gears once more
locked in place
bound by some normality
the rusty screams
somehow clean-cut
like a knife
sliced open
subconscious--
it leaks out
the ****
shattered
in seamless now
the seamless that's smooth
the seamless that's the same
endlessly
the substitution
the understudy
ran out of living
we turned to working
to **** us
so hollowly
until we harden up
and rust over
grinding away
quietly working
(quietly screaming)
forgetfully crying
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
this sound
gears, they grind
it speaks to me
a communication unseen
screaming
of metal together
"work!" they scream,
work
looking
to these gears once more
locked in place
bound by some normality
the rusty screams
somehow clean-cut
like a knife
sliced open
subconscious--
it leaks out
the ****
shattered
in seamless now
the seamless that's smooth
the seamless that's the same
endlessly
the substitution
the understudy
ran out of living
we turned to working
to **** us
so hollowly
until we harden up
and rust over
grinding away
quietly working
(quietly screaming)
forgetfully crying
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