epitaph in R.E.M.
By whisperer
running into walls i kep disipating into dust and fumes
bone and broken stories
gassed and laughing a buck twenty down the I10
it never fails
dreams kill me
but all i exist in are dreams
a dream inside a dream between what is and what it seems
balance should be everything
i hit the wall and heard you freedom ring
beside the shards of my refrain
i can't let it go, we're both insane
fucked joker grin of a broken heart beat
it beats silence in the sound of a nailgun and liqoured intimacies
waiting for what will not find its way to me
waiting for what will not happen
dreams kill me
and i exist in the dream
making me a stupid, dumbshit, goddam motherfucker
don't say my name unless you take joy in shooting a bastard in the back
nevermind the thoughti can feel take me breaking me open in your mind you'll
also find i'm nothing but a disease infected defective acid injected broken
down styrofoam nold of a man
standing only with the support of hooks and chains and tasty brains thinkin'
blind all you'll find are my fucked up remains
it seems when i took a bite
i bit the grenade
now that the dream crumples up
i can be perfect again
Comments on "epitaph in R.E.M."
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On Saturday, June 10, 2006, Mathesix
(40) wrote:
damn..I loved the way this flowed from a stagnant reflection into a dropped bomb of insight..excellent! -Josh
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A former member wrote:
well, fuck. this read perfectly fluid. a maelstrom of bitterness... and those last four lines... fuck, fuck, fuck..double fuck.