Fuck, this is horrible.
I'm not being able to find it within myself.
This voice that doesn't speak to me.
Or it's trying, desperately trying to break out.
I'm finding this out
in just enough time to save myself from
falling into giant holes
but I'm being held back by a vice and an addiction.
It's a horror film without bad weather,
Literally scaring me with its cheerful sun that should really belong
in a Raison Bran commercial wearing sunglasses
and superbikes with explosions shooting up behind them.
I imagine a black sun that I can't see.
Hiding behind the blocking yellow that covers everything with its warmth and beauty.
Birds singing on charred trees,
joyfully happy as they regurgitate into the mouths of their children, hungry.
It would be springtime, of course
in this happy horror film of laughs (sarcastic ones, that is)
The plains, dusty, worn from the winter.
Grass that is that unnatural chemical green,
right after all the snow melted away.
The white snow that was also black from the pollution in our air
that we feed to each other like it was the "new air"
Sucking back on what would be the opposite of a clean-air filter.
Little containers of death that helps us "feel" relaxed.
You know what? I would fucking kill the tobacco companies for a cigarette.
I'm not being able to find it within myself.
This voice that doesn't speak to me.
Or it's trying, desperately trying to break out.
I'm finding this out
in just enough time to save myself from
falling into giant holes
but I'm being held back by a vice and an addiction.
It's a horror film without bad weather,
Literally scaring me with its cheerful sun that should really belong
in a Raison Bran commercial wearing sunglasses
and superbikes with explosions shooting up behind them.
I imagine a black sun that I can't see.
Hiding behind the blocking yellow that covers everything with its warmth and beauty.
Birds singing on charred trees,
joyfully happy as they regurgitate into the mouths of their children, hungry.
It would be springtime, of course
in this happy horror film of laughs (sarcastic ones, that is)
The plains, dusty, worn from the winter.
Grass that is that unnatural chemical green,
right after all the snow melted away.
The white snow that was also black from the pollution in our air
that we feed to each other like it was the "new air"
Sucking back on what would be the opposite of a clean-air filter.
Little containers of death that helps us "feel" relaxed.
You know what? I would fucking kill the tobacco companies for a cigarette.
