Sunday, March 1, 2015



Living under the broad daylight
was something I had missed
but now as I move and am and interact
and trying to act; like my fellow robotic locusts,
(gone, my individuality lusts)

something is amiss

and I just cannot dismiss

the dark and sympathetic lonely nights
that are now devoured by sleep
(the morning's awakening is so steep)
there has to be a semblence of normalcy
it is the pillar of idiocracy
and bloody sweaty paper feeds its locomotive
this era's ulterior motive

gone are my happily dark thoughts,
this new persona has succumbed
to its turn-offs
in order to survive, one must divide
and conquer
the clutter
and cacophony of heartbeats
(this must be the ultimate nightmare)
of the clay puppeteer

the scenes behind the eyelids are cut
Jeanne's voices have been shut
keep your eyes open
bloodshot, the contacts must stay on

It's everyday life synthesis
bitter-routine symphony (I can change)
dreams in parenthesis

(but the memory remains)

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