Post by Whimsical||MUSE; on Nov 8, 2011 22:58:56 GMT -5
Humanity Unveiled --
Agitation tastes like rot;
I can't let it go --
but it goes, and goes
as pressure seizes everything
in apoplectic insanity:
fingers slice through knives,
sifting through a tangle of stars.
How far can I walk, tonight?
Is it possible to outrun demons rubbing against my skin,
fossilized cats, perhaps, their flanks stinking of
putrescence,
but nonetheless affection,
knowing they possess everything, and I --
nothing.
Friends, demons -- they're the same,
masked, maskless. They mew, begging at the door.
Truth, Lie. I cannot let them go.
Close. Far. I will not let them go.
It all sounds the same when muffled
by a white padded wall.
Who's dream have I stepped into?
Who's distrust is this,
that tastes like fine wine? Fire bursts on my tongue,
but I just sleep, and sleep. Who needs dreams,
when everything I've ever known
is fiction?
Hah. Hah.
November 8, 2011
Agitation tastes like rot;
I can't let it go --
but it goes, and goes
as pressure seizes everything
in apoplectic insanity:
fingers slice through knives,
sifting through a tangle of stars.
How far can I walk, tonight?
Is it possible to outrun demons rubbing against my skin,
fossilized cats, perhaps, their flanks stinking of
putrescence,
but nonetheless affection,
knowing they possess everything, and I --
nothing.
Friends, demons -- they're the same,
masked, maskless. They mew, begging at the door.
Truth, Lie. I cannot let them go.
Close. Far. I will not let them go.
It all sounds the same when muffled
by a white padded wall.
Who's dream have I stepped into?
Who's distrust is this,
that tastes like fine wine? Fire bursts on my tongue,
but I just sleep, and sleep. Who needs dreams,
when everything I've ever known
is fiction?
Hah. Hah.
November 8, 2011