The years have passed
I thought they mattered
In sleeping so long
I come disappointed
Hip leading foot
Perpetually faster
Downhill

The fads have passed
I thought they would end

Well,
in sleeping so long
I come disappointed
Kicking up trash
Plastered in faces
Pretty in package
Marketable mouths
Dripping lips

Told what to say before
they understand a thing.

The years have passed
I thought they mattered
In sleeping so long
I come disappointed
Hip leading foot
Perpetually faster
Downhill

Your best friend sells sugar for pennies
and you say it's dirt cheap when you
know full well that you can find
sweetness herself in leaves.

In the near distance fires light
the violent sky, violet-black
in the orange-red we see
when we shut our
open eyes.

We always saw this coming
as our masters asked it
from us, but the
master never
was there
when
we
c
r
i
e
d

Take my money take my soul
give me level ups lest I
cry again.

.number crunch.
.number cruncher.
.number crunch.

The new human condition
took weakness as a sign.

We are marked better dead
than alive
by

The World Above

Rolling hills, their thin translucent dust bewildering us.
Mountainous peaks lust for heavens kiss.
Eventually they miss.
Elevated by osculation, blurred by confusion.
It's an illusion
Desire muddled, disembarked by their cruel remarks.
Tired, marked.
Aegis of the sky, hiatus befuddled.
Deterioration, a manifestation of creation gone wrong.
Slowly rotting, decayed to rubble.
Watch as it crumbles.
Slips... Falls... Stumbles.