TheTwighlight
Bluelighter
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- Feb 2, 2006
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The Meltdown
Yesterday was unlike any other day.
I'm never out of pose, myself.
I try to not complain.
I enter uncertain.
Unknown.
But no one is there for me.
It took some time, but I realize now this trip is a tragedy.
Running, but getting nowhere, playing this foolish game.
Now even the voices inside of my head hide from me when they whisper my name.
I've gone insane.
I've lost my way.
I can't contain this beast today.
Strung apart, and hanging barely from a thread.
IVs and tubes and a heart monitor that can tell them when I'm finally dead.
A twisted narcotic state:
Entangled so chemically.
Feeling like this arose opposite bliss, and the accident led me to think:
- there used to be random flight
- there used to be perfect rain
- there used to be brilliant, white light that shone forth through the absence of pain.
Now I'm drawn by the tempting Sirens to islands of burning snow, breathing my downfall into the existential.
I claw at fate, then crawl away.
I can't sustain this feast today.
There used to be rampant riots.
There used to be crimson waves.
There once was an opium sky that subverted the pathos contained.
Now I'm running, but getting nowhere, and reverse enough to stay lost in the maze of my mortal foe.
I've gone insane, and lost my way.
I can't contain this fiend today.
Yesterday was unlike any other day.
I'm never out of pose, myself.
I try to not complain.
I enter uncertain.
Unknown.
But no one is there for me.
It took some time, but I realize now this trip is a tragedy.
Running, but getting nowhere, playing this foolish game.
Now even the voices inside of my head hide from me when they whisper my name.
I've gone insane.
I've lost my way.
I can't contain this beast today.
Strung apart, and hanging barely from a thread.
IVs and tubes and a heart monitor that can tell them when I'm finally dead.
A twisted narcotic state:
Entangled so chemically.
Feeling like this arose opposite bliss, and the accident led me to think:
- there used to be random flight
- there used to be perfect rain
- there used to be brilliant, white light that shone forth through the absence of pain.
Now I'm drawn by the tempting Sirens to islands of burning snow, breathing my downfall into the existential.
I claw at fate, then crawl away.
I can't sustain this feast today.
There used to be rampant riots.
There used to be crimson waves.
There once was an opium sky that subverted the pathos contained.
Now I'm running, but getting nowhere, and reverse enough to stay lost in the maze of my mortal foe.
I've gone insane, and lost my way.
I can't contain this fiend today.
