Can we never ask for mercy nor plead fallen salvation
for salvation is lost in this, the darkest of ergonomic places
as cold light swirls within kind pictures of smiling yesterdays
we drift in and out of continuous earthbound sullen realities
sometimes we call out in vain to be close to our vision
but again our voices fall silent in this vacuum prison
this prison lacking of time, but abundant of space
that holds dominion on all who blindly embrace
drinking the bitter sweet sticky crimson wine of arrogance
that then spills from our cups as we dance, jest and prance
which then makes puddles of ignorance form into pools
for we are fish out of water in a cool blue space capsules
yet extinction we face
in this dark place.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
Can we never ask for mercy nor plead fallen salvation
for salvation is lost in this, the darkest of ergonomic places
as cold light swirls within kind pictures of smiling yesterdays
we drift in and out of continuous earthbound sullen realities
sometimes we call out in vain to be close to our vision
but again our voices fall silent in this vacuum prison
this prison lacking of time, but abundant of space
that holds dominion on all who blindly embrace
drinking the bitter sweet sticky crimson wine of arrogance
that then spills from our cups as we dance, jest and prance
which then makes puddles of ignorance form into pools
for we are fish out of water in a cool blue space capsules
yet extinction we face
in this dark place.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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