go on
By whisperer
the system is regurgitating a fundamental syndrome of constant levity
broken down in spirals
is gravity a victim
or is my grip losing it's reality
as a sigh of irritation escapes me, echoing off the cavern wall of faces
in the mirror stunted lives the bleeding wall forever
broken
it seems that tedium can't break me as effectively as my own respite
yet it's startled at me request of fear brought near before me to paint
a sordid portrait of angst with alcoholic tears litered with ephemeral
thoughts half ragged from their short and swift end
welcome to the department of redundancy department
some things just can't live on
but
i'm still right here
right now
waiting for the piano to drop on the singing fat lady who cuts herself
for effect
waiting to finally extend the moment after
into forever
though paranoid if i were paralyzed i think it might be a little easier
for us to get along without me feeding on your pulse, driving your A symmetric
ruse that you count on for a crutch because your legs have lost their use
controlling viscosity and tearing through the tension in your spine
breaking tears upon the anvil and invisible intent is always mine to hold
to scry in
to lift in revelry and dash upon the ground into a thousand tiny pieces
with my name upon every single one
cradle me
in the arms of a vampire
swallow me in darkness and give me over to the god of war and fire
deny my involvement when you decide if the trouble is worth it
wear the crown when the shoe fits
so that i may turn to stone
dust to hard packed dust
-what a difference-