Rivers to the Rain Gutter

[indelibleface]

the berzerker rage of just another kid,
running away from a clean white bliss,
of a privileged suburbia.
a perceived notion of persecution,
from authority - naive delusion,
of prodigal sons an' daughters.
always samplin' all that's offered,
in the bleak warehouse and fallin' harder,
each and every time.
they're surrounded by justifications,
that satiate all desires for changes,
it all leads 'em blind.

it's a crime,
to them to stand in line,
to be paralyzed,
in the beckoning glow of the twilight.

it's a crime,
to them to stand in line,
to be paralyzed,
before the midnight sacrifice.

those they called their friends,
left them in the end,
they surrounded themselves,
with mirror images.
an' out in the hills,
when they were ill,
they were all left there,
and no one seemed to care.

it's a backward momentum,
out of the expected,
into the currents,
of the everflowin' rivers to the rain gutter.
always reachin' farther,
back where we started,
when we made decisions,
from where there's no turning back.

 

[up all night]

Oh wow. This (unfortunately) pretty much describes the past five years of my life. Awesome.

 

[Jabberwocky]

its a pervasive situation in the rave or ex rave community. Partying costs money.

those they called their friends,
left them in the end,
they surrounded themselves,
with mirror images.
an' out in the hills,
when they were ill,
they were all left there,
and no one seemed to care.

I really like the flow of this one.