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My mind beats on
My mind beats on
But no words come
To this perceiving head
This germ of all
All gnaw on
To be gone
The mad house of the shrieking skull
Am I more
Than just a noise
Just a noise
Than just a noise the brain makes
Plagued by apperception
Cacophony infesting
This cold dark lifeless space
The non-stop riffs of the waking mind
There is nothing in the mind
Except the mind itself
Profounds of mind buried in who knows what of mindlessness
But who can I talk to if I can't talk to you
But I shall never be silent
A consciousness watching itself
You plague me every single day
Heinous
Tenebrous
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Poor old Sisyphus, poor old us
An uphill struggle, no one gives a toss
So we get angry, drunk or lost
Look at us, self pity times two
Abstention for both me and you
Nothing more terrible, nothing more true
Forward I'll go on
I'll push on
Through all the trouble
And I can only try
And enjoy the struggle
In this cosmic tragedy
I could pen another threnody
Of my remaining mortality
This drama we become obesessed
With the mechanics of our final breath
Make the time left a living death
Forward I'll go on
I'll push on
Through all the trouble
And I can only try
And enjoy the struggle
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Miles away from
Those that matter
Unfamiliar place
Hours bleed out and
Days tail off then
Night degrades to gray
Crooked timber
Keep me warm and safe
Bells toll slowly
Loud dark iron
Can't place where I am
No clear signal
Scraping dragging
Fate pulls faces
Crooked timber
Steer me keep me sane
Times' attrition
Grinds these landscapes
Sifts them into shape
My resistance
To it's pressure
Buckles more each day
Crooked timber
That we can't make straight
My shade will comfort you
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