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When you crave the drugs to help you fall and you're praying you never quite get caught back in the state where you're filling in forms for a restraining order on conscious thought which has you questioning and critisising with an endless, mindless, view that someday something you do is going to be worth something to someone else, you're dimly aware that you have to start to feel and with the semblence of sanity fading quicker today, you think to send a drone to ask someone at headquaters if your nerves have rotted away but your mind is crawling back where it used to hide when the laughter grew to loud and you know you've lost but you just can't help but fight until you've further lost yourself in the writhing crowds of souls in bodies that just wont die, you can hear someone shouting that unless we all sit down and pray for another chance we might as well resign ourselves to be nothing more than what we have created sacrificing ourselves one by one like pigs to the slaughter-house, screaming our apologies and begging forgiveness from a world that is deaf to hear and blind to see that we are what they will become, consumed in it's consumerism and media falsities we may may as well make the last dance a solo tango and depart from this world in a lie of happy-ever-after memories that fade from reds and blues into black as the credits roll and we all wait breathless to see the director named before us on the screen.... |