Being the object of a side show goodbye
armed with lines premeditated
as with microscophic eyes
believing that a glance would last forever
how could one look for tomorrow
would they breed fear into our society
drawing near a close to a short time
that could only mean
there was something there in the first place
with as many yesterdays
as history bothers to calculate
could only bring the ending nearer as the free
give a rebirth to the dreams to waste
that would say whatever you want them to mean
while you still have nothing without your effort
a soul that lies unspoken
saying nothing
in an attempt to flush out death
into apathetic reasoning
killing it with a power moving the darkness
into a direction other than where
it burnt thru in the development phase
looking into the lens depicting the weakness
unmeasured by optic rays uncensored in
psychedelic resinated haze
encompassing the retina
freezing her look into memory
and hide until morning the apoligetic reasoning
that disappears with the dawn
when theres music inside each day
when theres no answer from anything, nothing
unsaid endings acculmulate
when there's life in a world unknown
to the animal inside
with pain of guilt
a fear to feed upon
feed into
out of concern knowledge would be replaced
and run thru their blood
like spiders to crawl
upon you in a web of lies,a nest
where I place my head to take my sleep
and without this there is no point no laughter
in how the maker or your answer
when its raining
should begin to record memory in fantasy
a moment chosen
worth more than blank space
when the new is washed into
a pool of blended effects
when the wind takes the place of water
mistaken for rodents
chewing thru yesterday's musuem of sounds
you try to replace
and a wave of loudness
overwelms and evaporates
into an atmosphere clouded by warmth
and echos back across the morning
taking more than it could ever replace