Comfotably numb-without the Floyd
Comfortably numb
not dumb:
Just mute.
Riding silence
instead of life.
A presence atrophied.
An altered mind.
The kind
of
High
that drops you low.
The kind of stale
that leaves you pale
And weak at the knees
Id cry,
only tears take time
and the
seasons
will change
without waiting
for
my voice
to saturate
my face.
Translucent
liquid nuggets.
...
noiseless
as they slide
off the record
and onto my plate.
I'd offer you a bite
but
we all know
what happened to the hand that
fed
the hunger.
You look at me
as if
i were a ghost,
a spectre:
The nightmare
that anticipates your every
move.
Look in the mirror
for
an emulation
of the degenerate
debris
that is,
was,
has become,
U/us.
Comfortably numb.
in this
miasma:
This miriad of mechanical madness.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 2:35 AM UTC
Comfotably numb-without the Floyd
Comfortably numb
not dumb:
Just mute.
Riding silence
instead of life.
A presence atrophied.
An altered mind.
The kind
of
High
that drops you low.
The kind of stale
that leaves you pale
And weak at the knees
Id cry,
only tears take time
and the
seasons
will change
without waiting
for
my voice
to saturate
my face.
Translucent
liquid nuggets.
...
noiseless
as they slide
off the record
and onto my plate.
I'd offer you a bite
but
we all know
what happened to the hand that
fed
the hunger.
You look at me
as if
i were a ghost,
a spectre:
The nightmare
that anticipates your every
move.
Look in the mirror
for
an emulation
of the degenerate
debris
that is,
was,
has become,
U/us.
Comfortably numb.
in this
miasma:
This miriad of mechanical madness.