Wandering down the street, coke flying high, each person a sole grain of sand thrown against the beach, wind blown into infinity.
Greats mingling with the whores, the homeless, the young hipsters, their coats pulled tight against the freezing winds and driving rains.
The street, a micropolis of puss filled wounds slammed against the dying of the earth, she weeps fire from her veins, raped in silence.
The sky becomes a dull gray, dreaming, while you are awake, sinister storms on the horizon, the sky, awashed in vibrant dark colors of misled fortunes.
Does death suit you, oh dear one, in Heaven’s embrace, where the moon holds you, till we meet again?
I could not feel my soul, it felt like it was already gone, my mind was left, somewhat, the body, a meat bag, walking among the other meat bags, eyeless hunks of flesh, crashing on the ground.
What a beautiful day,
The sky was blue,
And the tears were rain.
I didn’t feel pain,
I only felt that rage.
Nobody knows
What the sorrow knows,
Nobody knows
What the feeling is,
Pressed against the flame.
Every eyes,
Every body,
We are too sober to see the world,as it should be seen.
Flesh ripped from our bones,
When we die,
Will they care?
Will there be a memory?
We are the dreamers,
Blinded by madness,
Flesh scarred,
Bones broken,
Minds laid bare
To troubled times,
Against the tides
That is the world
Joy,
In that last breathe,
To see,
When the time has come,
And to be remembered…
I believe that we were born to die; a journey that starts here, end there, and in between, oh what a ride.
Here in the world; the darkness of the late night or early morning; I know not what, it matters to your perception; I begin to write, silly things, my words, thrown together quite madly, nothing in design or planning; random words typed quickly before they are lost to that insanity; no rhyme or reason I should say.