MrMojo
Bluelighter
Fears and Revelations
Is it all done? Will they ever come? Will they reach this palace of desire and perhaps simmer in the fire? What if they were left alone only to hear the laughter and moans, choking on their own rattling bones huddled by the phone in a place that’s unknown where ghosts float about and when you walk by they shout telling you to get a hold of yourself and shake away your fears and when your face fills with tears they replace it with years until the dreaded nears. A shock to the once comfortable mind that you wonder if you’ll find, buying enough time you feel like a mime. Acting but never speaking you fill up with anger, the anger that flows in and out and sucks you dry like a drought telling you what your whole life is about. Slowly steadily this frightening disease becomes deadly burning into your soul. It makes a hole out of what you always had. Now aren’t you glad the day was not so bad following information out for a vacation looking for a companion on the road to help you carry the load too much to handle because it was the last candle and emptiness fills the void and you feel like an android, taking orders from the filthy hoaders. The faces say it all with a smile like a doll hoping not to let their branded bodies fall ‘cause once they’ve fallen they’ve lost a leader, a person who shows them how to act and as a matter of fact they don’t even know what they lack and if one had a heart attack the others would laugh and have tea, but not for a fee/ a payment worse than their soul which turns their hearts blacker than coal.
Is it all done? Will they ever come? Will they reach this palace of desire and perhaps simmer in the fire? What if they were left alone only to hear the laughter and moans, choking on their own rattling bones huddled by the phone in a place that’s unknown where ghosts float about and when you walk by they shout telling you to get a hold of yourself and shake away your fears and when your face fills with tears they replace it with years until the dreaded nears. A shock to the once comfortable mind that you wonder if you’ll find, buying enough time you feel like a mime. Acting but never speaking you fill up with anger, the anger that flows in and out and sucks you dry like a drought telling you what your whole life is about. Slowly steadily this frightening disease becomes deadly burning into your soul. It makes a hole out of what you always had. Now aren’t you glad the day was not so bad following information out for a vacation looking for a companion on the road to help you carry the load too much to handle because it was the last candle and emptiness fills the void and you feel like an android, taking orders from the filthy hoaders. The faces say it all with a smile like a doll hoping not to let their branded bodies fall ‘cause once they’ve fallen they’ve lost a leader, a person who shows them how to act and as a matter of fact they don’t even know what they lack and if one had a heart attack the others would laugh and have tea, but not for a fee/ a payment worse than their soul which turns their hearts blacker than coal.
