The imaged burned on the screen with absolute satisfaction.  Echoing masterpieces of mysteries breathe down the walls.  Misguided light can't show you the answers, only fatal words can bring on the cancer.  So peel the words from the skin, and comatose familiarity.  Your dealing with death's ransom.  And u can't win this one, no matter how long time holds still.  So make a movie of your life to stay alive.  

But flashes only last so long, and holes begin to fill.  Digging their own graves, to cash in quickly.  Reality is only a fantasy, that we believe in to confuse our thoughts of faraway idols and dream-full toxicity.  To reserve our place in our own coffins, bed, home and rotting.  I found the place where this all happens, born to a world that completely claims us.  So death here is my ticket, take me to edge of insanity.  And let life recreate me.