Solitude defines us.
When our spirits are colliding, and we crash into the silence
of Nothing.
We are not
what we eat,
how we dress,
or who we love,
we are chaos and electric meat
our weary bones,
collapsed with madness.
Left Alone, our fragile souls ignite
and many wither...
As the flames of isolation
reduce the blaze to a glimmer
Til the fires have been weakened
enough to destroy.
Our Souls,
Left to Wander,
Lost in the Aether...
Our Passing Thoughts,
Preserved Eternally,
behind tiny glass windows,
inside little plastic boxes.
We hold this glass over our flames, and suffocate the fires.
Planned Obsolescence: Our Model Has Expired.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC
Solitude defines us.
When our spirits are colliding, and we crash into the silence
of Nothing.
We are not
what we eat,
how we dress,
or who we love,
we are chaos and electric meat
our weary bones,
collapsed with madness.
Left Alone, our fragile souls ignite
and many wither...
As the flames of isolation
reduce the blaze to a glimmer
Til the fires have been weakened
enough to destroy.
Our Souls,
Left to Wander,
Lost in the Aether...
Our Passing Thoughts,
Preserved Eternally,
behind tiny glass windows,
inside little plastic boxes.
We hold this glass over our flames, and suffocate the fires.
Planned Obsolescence: Our Model Has Expired.
