Idlewarrior
09/03/08, 06:08 PM
Fermented from sleep
My sockets heavy
Yesterdays’ gone and left
A memory
Still fresh, but empty
Touched by thought
A grasp less incoherent
Arms stretched out
I could hear it
In a grey scale performance
The vivid lights flew by
Contrasting each other
Like the Continents
But smothered
Whittled down to a whisper
Placed in my brain
Spilling down with pressure
A burning haze without restrain
Decay, today, and clot
The tissues, dead and clogged
Blocked simple synapses
I have broken branches
And about yesterday
It all remains the same
Not a him or her
Just an it, an itch
An annoyance
Failure to commence
The propriety
The launch sequence
I refrain from society
Documents recorded
The encounter of my pain
Doctor, he let the patients wait
His liver in his eyes
Bled out through the night
A burn victims sin
Carry me out, on waves of dead skin
Peeling the faces that forgive, that gave in
Bandage my wounds, did what’s done
Take the wheel, put me underneath
Going to go home, to wet my bones
Getting ready to smoke like breathe
Cast aside, with muddy knees
I can’t hold on to memory lane
It’s been closed for construction
I’ve used the freeway
Detoured to shutdown, to reduction
In character I’ve grown
A chia-pet fed
Remembrance thrown away
Tomorrow’s coming up shortly
I’ve got only a day
To forget what’s taken place
Yesterdays passed, so ignore me
Close the door until you’re fourty!
My sockets heavy
Yesterdays’ gone and left
A memory
Still fresh, but empty
Touched by thought
A grasp less incoherent
Arms stretched out
I could hear it
In a grey scale performance
The vivid lights flew by
Contrasting each other
Like the Continents
But smothered
Whittled down to a whisper
Placed in my brain
Spilling down with pressure
A burning haze without restrain
Decay, today, and clot
The tissues, dead and clogged
Blocked simple synapses
I have broken branches
And about yesterday
It all remains the same
Not a him or her
Just an it, an itch
An annoyance
Failure to commence
The propriety
The launch sequence
I refrain from society
Documents recorded
The encounter of my pain
Doctor, he let the patients wait
His liver in his eyes
Bled out through the night
A burn victims sin
Carry me out, on waves of dead skin
Peeling the faces that forgive, that gave in
Bandage my wounds, did what’s done
Take the wheel, put me underneath
Going to go home, to wet my bones
Getting ready to smoke like breathe
Cast aside, with muddy knees
I can’t hold on to memory lane
It’s been closed for construction
I’ve used the freeway
Detoured to shutdown, to reduction
In character I’ve grown
A chia-pet fed
Remembrance thrown away
Tomorrow’s coming up shortly
I’ve got only a day
To forget what’s taken place
Yesterdays passed, so ignore me
Close the door until you’re fourty!