Teleport
Bluelighter
A cat will sit himself down
by my window, in the dirt
and scream louder than anything.
Screaming hunger, screaming thirst, screaming pain, screaming anguish. Screaming his story, his life out of the frozen, silent night where a thousand ghosts and a thousand soul-less beings are his audience.
Is he waiting for a response?
Or is he just waiting til he dies?
A boy will sit himself in front of a glowing box and willingly allow it to suck the life out of him. His silent screams are as deafening as the cat's. So loud that it would drive any man insane from one note of his deathly orchestra.
I walk out of my sleep to observe all of this and be driven insane myself.
A car will pass with a man preaching murder and rape and pornography to a steady rythm of death and nonsense.
The man in the car, unconsciously dreaming of all the horrible things he wants to do to me.
I walk on and see no life.
I see no light or mark of truth or beauty.
And then I return to my catatonic state,
just waiting for death (or life) to snap me out of it.
[ 04 January 2002: Message edited by: Teleport ]
by my window, in the dirt
and scream louder than anything.
Screaming hunger, screaming thirst, screaming pain, screaming anguish. Screaming his story, his life out of the frozen, silent night where a thousand ghosts and a thousand soul-less beings are his audience.
Is he waiting for a response?
Or is he just waiting til he dies?
A boy will sit himself in front of a glowing box and willingly allow it to suck the life out of him. His silent screams are as deafening as the cat's. So loud that it would drive any man insane from one note of his deathly orchestra.
I walk out of my sleep to observe all of this and be driven insane myself.
A car will pass with a man preaching murder and rape and pornography to a steady rythm of death and nonsense.
The man in the car, unconsciously dreaming of all the horrible things he wants to do to me.
I walk on and see no life.
I see no light or mark of truth or beauty.
And then I return to my catatonic state,
just waiting for death (or life) to snap me out of it.
[ 04 January 2002: Message edited by: Teleport ]
