(060) rapid breathing

and on the third day, i disappeared... never to be seen or heard from again. time has dealt its cards in a fashion that has yet to be fully realized.

a renewable resource. they'll keep coming back for more.
rapid breathing, eyes sinking, time running out, and sentences left unfinished.

(059) an ocean overflowing with regret

he is an ocean overflowing with regret. an unmarked intersection around the curve. his death is a futile enigma of fear, optimism, and honest longing.

the unanswered questions are left hanging in vain; put to silence as a shiny, new casket gets lowered into the ground and covered with earth.

the morning greets me with a blank page.

(058) paroxysms of a delusional mind

a dream you swore you never had. a missed opportunity to place feline bandages over meditated wounds. a frequent mistake caused from untreated hysteria and paroxysms of a delusional mind. a blank stare looking straight through the secrets of no one and nobody. a punctuated false alarm breathed heavily into the nightmares of falsely accused inmates on death row. unproven innocence marked by their fledgling icicles of scrupulous dying testimony.

feathered stabbings were unofficial and quaint until i met you.
i'll forever stain my decrepit eyes with bloodshot tears.

(057) until i never sleep

broken arms. fractured jaws. death is coming. count the ways you've been deceived in a manner that was guilty to you nonetheless. flee from the stagnant waters of your lost hopes so that they might disappear. this alternate perception has plagued all reality. a reality switching on and off. blackbirds chirping away without reason.

without the sun, i fell down. the artificial wombs bearing this rotten fruit must be destroyed. every last one of them. i've cherished these memories all my life, but they've gone away. the skyline is erupting into a soft blanket of clouds without conflict, and his unknown identity has fled the scene. collect these ashes until i never sleep.

(056) a finite purpose

you're gone, and i am convinced that i no longer exist. a finite purpose got stuck in the trenches without explanation, and the animals went running off. there's too much pain behind these eyes, and it's with no consolation that i can honestly trust and believe in myself. i'd rather be left behind without decision than forced to go forward and be used as a partial derivative. how impossible.

how will you be able to recognize me when you never bothered to look at me in the first place? how will you be able to recognize me when i can't even recognize myself? i don't care if you can recognize my face from a mile away. it means nothing. don't fake it anymore. it's a lost cause. we no longer make up our minds so let's just let go of these. they serve us no good, and we'd be better off without them.

(055) wasted energy is a tragedy

what it all comes down to is the truth. the end of all speculation and gossip. when the sun can no longer hide its face and clocks are no longer needed. where there will be nothing to impede the downfall of our last hopes and fears. yes... some will say this is when the decadence of all human civilization will reign supreme, but we will live forever, and the drinks will never run out. you will be the one who watches all the time as it slips right through your fingers like sand. and only then will you know that you had your chance and squandered it. the cracked walls will soon crumble, and the alarm bells will soon ring. once the sun has caved in, you will be scavenging for the dead. nope - there aren't roads where we travel - only stars to map out our destinations. once the memories are gone, nothing will really matter.

the lights are turning on whether you take notice or not. so stop reaching up and stop trying to jump higher. wasted energy is a tragedy in my world, and i can't fix your problems. and knowing that makes me weep endlessly behind your back and in the shadows of my humility.

(054) faith / an illusion

you will do what you want. you'll try your best to be not of this world, but you're a slave like us all - conformed to this world. you can't hide it so don't deny it. faith is just an illusion that keeps us from breaking.

she only thought she knew which wasn't really any different at all than thinking she didn't. the strange part of it was that she wasn't really confused. the rain had stopped pouring as she pulled out the driveway. the glare from the sun blinded her for a brief second - just long enough to make her remember. love becomes a mistake unless it lasts forever. we stand up and look around in an unbridled fashion, imagining our bodies are made of gold. it won't be much longer until the others let us know that we were sold. the sun will melt away our very souls so be careful where you stand. i can only find peace in needy people, as long as i can offer up a helping hand. the rebirth was a slow one, but surely it would come to redeem me. i'm realizing the earth isn't spinning as fast as i thought it was. i was fixing things, but then nature fucked it up again.

(053) the whispers of children who never had a chance

the ticking of that clock isn't far behind. your footsteps are running away. away through the whispers of children who never had a chance. without my soul. without my sanity. you will meet me in the black clouds of death. without your soul. without your sanity.

i can barely hear you through the static, but i know you're there. don't cut out. don't cut out. out of time. are we out of time? taking out the battery won't help, but it's just around the corner. my car won't turn. i need to get out. it won't let me out. and that was how it ended. yesterday, i was only afraid. no need to worry. no need to worry. what's going on? what's happening? everyone is so strange in my dreams. you're in them, usually with a smile on your face just like the one you used to wear before i knew who you really were.

(052) color is lacking and in short supply

i've been lost for too long. what matters? get me out of here because i don't belong here. i can't breathe here, and therefore, i won't last.

too many things are missing. color is lacking and in short supply. no one cares. no one understands. everyone has become robots. i'm just an orphan of a corrupt system in a corrupt existence, but i won't let this epidemic take to me. the world has broken me before but not again. i can't lose. losing is not acceptable to me. spiderwebs and trapdoors. land mines and quicksand. the dreams have ended, and the sun has died a thousand deaths.