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while i lay sleeping everything that was isn’t anymore and nothing is any more than it is. if everything lives than what is death? the lack of life. cold? the lack of heat. dark? the lack of light, but i see no sight for eyes sore and dry, caked, baked, brutally bled clean, puffed, stuffed and rolled in dirt. buried down below stamping, trampling feet, killed, willed to be gone, blood spilled on hallowed ground, everything down, everything dead, everything dark, cold, old, buried and gone. how long? how long is long? how long is long enough? is enough enough? or more than enough? more of the same, more shame, more of the game. ashamed, inflamed, defamed, defaced, disgraced, base, low, low blow, do you know? what i know? what do i know? nothing, everything, something, one thing. is one too much? is nothing better than something, does something reflect nothing, or nothing something. mirrors reverse me, hurt me, turn me, burn me, spin me, sin me. sin? what game will sin win? no game the same as the last, commercial break time to take fake interest in the rest. rest, need rest, sleep, dreams to drip like poison in to hamlet’s ear, poison oil mortal coil, bubble, trouble, burn and boil. cut me off, set me free pleasantly serving slavery. slice my chains and watch me run, combusting in the rising sun. spread my ashes on the moon ,all too soon, too soon the sun’s at noon and i float back down to the floor, aflight no more, no more flying, no more dying, no more sighing or good-byeing , or living, or trying. why try? try to fail? to bail? fill the sail and wail you banshees wail, wooing me and screwing me to sleep, weep, creep my way back below the pounding beat of fortune’s feet. |