pleasant sounds.

[rewiiired]

Something is crawling out from beneath my skin
I cried and lied, tried to pacify it, but its back again
it wants the center stage as I want my head in the ground
it wants your legs above your head,
you tied to the bed, and your
pleasant sounds

bring it satisfaction now or bring it death
it tears apart my insides as you steal my every breath
open up your eyes wide and let me craw inside
I've been idling so long, dear, I itch for overdrive

Kundalini refuses to rise, feeding my soul venom when
all the old safety valves have failed me once again
Its too addicted to the taste, the sweat and the smell
of the closest we can get to unity trapped in these shells

my shadow wraps around me like a blanket of death
dreams groteque and ominous that I can't dissect
riddle my mind and damn me for what I've become
a numb, bored old zombie who's not getting some

bring it satisfaction now or bring it death
calm the chaos in me with a simple yes
nothing else brings me so close to living life
nothing else reconciles the dark and light.

 

[emesaeler]

"I've been idling so long, dear, I itch for overdrive"
I don't know why, but the word Dear in there really makes that a very warm line. It's a nice niche of comfort for the brain to grab hold of. Very nice overall.

 

[Altermind's]

Very spiritual ludic poem with pichs of melancolic, make us go deep inside of a condition and, for seconds, forget that we are in font a computer screen.

Spiritual machine reality letters of mental pleasant sounds...