Plastic.
materialistic nothing
[inside]
fading from life
to this prescribed
nonsense, we live
to die
from the blood
of my blood
from the skin
of my skin
so...so far
from human beings
-


history has a way of repeating itself
or so it's said, on days like today
when the world seems so bleak
and life seems to hold : no meaning
we look for a purpose, and search
for that pinch/glimmer of light
in the dark, that is tonight

my eyes seem to hold secrets
even I can't see, if I tried that is
but why try to see, what isn't there
such a pointless game
yet you're the one that puts
the metal to the vein
and laughs as the crimson veil
drops over your eyes

watch your world die, and burn
as the ashes float to and fro
leaving nothing but the hate
that you have felt for far too long
as it all winds down, you feel it
in all it's splendid glory
wait, it's almost time

-destroy me with your words-

as I
lay here and
try to see
what tomorrow
could possibly hold
I realize
that today
holds enough
and that's fine
with me
..
.
belligerent it seems
as the night crawls to dawn
and it all fades
into what we choose to see
and what we hate
to ignore


remember this day --forever
as the day that your life died
and it all dissipated
into that wonderful static
the criss-cross pattern of denial
reeks of self-deception
.why can't it be as easy
as we were promised in the movies.

relieve me- of this pain, you say
deprave your hollow words
with the vast desolation you see as life
open your mind once more
and read the words that are painted
on the face of today
withold your anger, and antipathy
as your eyes weave miracles
for only you to touch
as the rest of the world
withers into the dusk
for it's the only way


don't grieve for that which is gone
instead, close your heart to the cold
and watch as the world falls
into your outstreched arms
awaiting it's final destination

cast aside, in such an acrimonious manner
it seems that no one can cry
-much less give a damn
as we slip into the waves of tomorrow
and let ourselves be washed clean
of the virtues that once made us great
beneath the surface, the cells of ourselves
retreat into their conclave
to cast their votes for the better you




retrieve those dreams that have died
from the broken glass of the night
and pray for it all to go away

sometimes closure seems fitting
in this age of reminiscence
as the structures of our beings
begin to crumble into ruins
the battered beings of our pasts
that once relied so heavily on today
now fade into obscurity


tremble before the dawn
and pray for it all to go away
as the grace of god
descends upon the poor
to devour the weak
and set us free


live the pre-packaged life
that has been prescribed to you
and feel the jagged edges
of this non/existence -- breaking you
as the mold melts into oblivion
and no more casts are made
while the air grows cold
[tomorrow was just a myth]



unravel these bonds -that tie you to now
while you watch the scars heal
as yesterday fades into the skies
raining down false hopes and lies
retracing the lines of the life you wished for
if only, just this once

wilting like a rose - stem in a vase
that has long since gone dry
when breathing becomes a chore
and the [double helix] patterns of deceit
mark the end of your time
beneath those hollow eyes, the pools of self-doubt
shimmer with betrayal
as the stones of bitter memories
skim along the surface



denial welts in those glass windows
as we pray for it to go away
and we hate
just one more time


for a thought - of what once was
the ripples of your memories on
that shallow pond of self
as the footsteps of your life
once stepped over
[replaced with the you - you lost]
cascading into the abysmal nights
-


as you fall to your knees
and search for the god of you dreams
waiting for the sky
to fall down on you
like it always does/
p.r.a.yin-g for it to stop
then…

then you can see



the end.