Beginning For An End
My teeth fall to the sink like ripe apples
they hit the porcelain and their sounds echo
from the bathroom walls.
I stare in the mirror and see how my
eyes burn my skin off wherever they hit.
My skin was useless anyhow, it did not protect me,
it did not save me from this
so what use it is to carry it around anyhow.
I am all muscle and bone, naked,
stripped from my skin
alive and aware
but bleeding allover.
Blood seeps through my tissue
I hate this vessel that carries my spirit
I am just an excuse for existence.
I am transparent, temporary contraption
of atoms and guilt.
I am fear.
I am anticipation.
I am torn apart and burnt to ashes.
I am beginning for an end.
Chameleon Eyes
I see in Dolby Surround
I have two different inputs
I see everything as it is
Without the compherension
my brain automates.
I see it now
The world through chameleon eyes.
Chameleon eyes.
Fill me with light
Burn me through
Make me disappear.
Social Chameleons
We're all just adapting
changing faces
Disappearing into our
surroundings
in attempt to find our place
Social chameleons
disappearing into the walls
social chameleons
doing fucked up things
just to belong.
Sleep Deprived
The weight of the atmosphere
seems crushing today.
I can feel the pressure
pushing me inwards
forcing my imminent collapse.
Trucks howl like angry ghosts
as the van passes them by.
The road seems smooth
but is full of small bumbs
that give this van a peculiar,
strange rhythm.
Most of us are sleeping.
I'm not although my body seems
weak and sleep deprived.
How much sleep does this stupid
flesh suit need?
I gave it eight hours,
that should do.
But no.
It is still asking
for more.
And it won't have more
until I'm too tired
to fight back,
Which should take
about 2 more minutes.
