conversations are apocalyptic
your thoughts ring cryptic
the light behind your eyes is out
filament broken, candescent doubt.
distant life, a better time
and now you speak a cynics line.
a mind divided, a heart forlorn
tedium heeded, mundanity mourned.
your days seem numbered
comfort through slumber
your path moves slow,
inhibition unencumbered.
pleasure is tasteless
your smile is null
your neurons are wasting
their time in your skull
your voice found quiet,
defiant heartbeat unheard
but in your ears
it is as loud as a funeral dirge
minds recesses untidy,
soul’s embers are flighty
the heat of this bulb is on its way out
mechanism dilapidated, candescent doubt
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
conversations are apocalyptic
your thoughts ring cryptic
the light behind your eyes is out
filament broken, candescent doubt.
distant life, a better time
and now you speak a cynics line.
a mind divided, a heart forlorn
tedium heeded, mundanity mourned.
your days seem numbered
comfort through slumber
your path moves slow,
inhibition unencumbered.
pleasure is tasteless
your smile is null
your neurons are wasting
their time in your skull
your voice found quiet,
defiant heartbeat unheard
but in your ears
it is as loud as a funeral dirge
minds recesses untidy,
soul’s embers are flighty
the heat of this bulb is on its way out
mechanism dilapidated, candescent doubt
