I can't recall the last time I felt excited
There should be moments there
Instead it's
Phantom pain
The greatness of elation
escapes chase of pumping veins
Instead it's
Only pain
I wish it would rain

Blue light seeps in while water pounds
Where I've cut the power where
Nothing lives
Except strange
Patterns endlessly dreamed up
warming mortal meat in vain
Instead their
presence makes
what hope remains just
drain

Might dreams be reprieve from apathy or worse?
Maybe so but never for me
I know it sounds morose but think
The singer of songs finds unanimous love and is warm to the core
by what the crowd brings
When the monitors die and the singer outside gets shot through the teeth
the dream is a lie and we all nod like
"Well it had to happen sooner or later"
Every time life parts hiding eyes
I wake into nightmare