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Elusive thoughts and dreams, Permeant to the mind. Merely phasing through the realities of my soul. I loved the sickness of the mind, A dark murky cloud of an unpredictable storm. Pushing through the phases of that empty vastness, Drowning in a swirling mix of confusion, Spreading like a poison throughout the veins of a twisting, Winding, Painful injection upon the skin. Living through the soreness of a long familiar ache, Yearning for a peace that never quite settled.
As my footsteps disappear into puddles And the ripples go silent I put to doubt The things we make Of mud today As knowledge travels Rails of science Instead of the path Of knowing time We’re sending light Where it wasn’t meant to be Like the greatest of all angels did
We have turned learning into An autopsy of everything Lobotomizing every liberty Analyzing mistakes to find Better excuses Bitterly abusing conscience And sapience Numbed by the applause Of every new Eureka!
The puppet master's gone completely mad Who knows when Weaving webs of chaos Knots collide Casualties fall And so I do not know What he was before But now I’m sure He is a spider Eating his own Children