dreading the moments here in silence
and spreading this infection further;
sooner than expected, silence becomes
the music i need tonight, up until now.
the day had wrought out from the inside
and now i devise a new escape plan
where i can rely on my debatable qualities
and where i make it out, somehow.
alive.

another brittle mind
shed in light;
enlightened after such severity,
and stable enough to think
through the idea that i'm lost.

there's enough here
that we all can find enough ways;
that there's a reason to think
still, although we're conditioned
by ourselves; myself.

projection, direction, interjection.

busted and ****** into the street
again to gallompf about
and start the trip out.

the mechanization of this way to will our minds still fights itself
and we're losing the battle as we rule our lives from out of our minds;
in our souls, and still through the placement of shrines in our halls.
it's filled at the altar with sacrifice after sacrifice,

and today, i think i'm going to sacrifice drinking too much and gaining something to feel.

broken glass,
broken hearts
broken promises
but most of all,
the real thing that sticks out
is the broken ways that this came to break.

broken glasses
broken windows
broken bottles
but most of all,
the last thing on my mind
is the broken idea of love you'd left me with.

another slip
of the tongue
and it's a world of hell.
tasted purification
elongated salutations
to the people; dead
and walking shells.
burnt out
turnt about
for display purposes only.
and you're not allowed to look.

there's never a reason for a grudge,
especially when i was the one left in the mud,
stuck in the rain, freezing and shivering,
now sickened with depression and mistrust.
hardly catching any hardening of the spirit,
allowing the gruesome idea of solitude fill in,
and now it's quiet; the birds gave up their song.
i'm dreaming again, and it's lovely; there's hardly a reason for anyone to care here.
and there's the death of my spirit again as i collapse
behind the wall that you built for my support,
as my foundation; founded on morality and respect,
i'd fallen again and scraped another bit of my shell off.
back to the dream again, and again to the back of the dream; the real reason we're displayed this imagery.
ah.