(081) makeshift appendages

hands linked in the most logical sequence, and makeshift appendages fall off and sink into the ocean. circuits rewired; secrets not spoken; we've hit the bottom.

diffracted the fragments, but it still keeps growing. reversing reaction en route to mass chemical distraction. death and cremation; your life still goes on.

(080) kept under the surface

these people are boring and so are their stories of social concern and drama. so soon, they'll be starting to drown in their pretense and pretend that they're the sole victims... that they're stuck with the symptoms. the glass will always be half full... so, where did it go? the other half that seems to be missing from the glass they were too busy drinking...

a lifelong obsession with one song, and now it's gone. the verses - kept under the surface. you can't be wrong. it was a game i never would have won.

(079) escape from your sanity

you can't remember where you're going, and as the leaves begin to fall, there's a stormy cloud so you look around... but you don't even know where you are. and so the days start counting backwards until there's nothing left to do, and you realize your own two eyes have contradicted what you thought was true. but when your mind starts catching up with those things you can't seem to read, it will be far too late to orchestrate some escape from your sanity.

i decided when my sorrow expires.

(078) last dying thought

if the sky decides to fall, we will not look back nor regret. we have seen the end, and it is etched in our dreams and hopes. hope is faltering, but love is alive and well. just hear the songs of amnesia playing over and over again in your head. my last dying thought will be one of survival, but i can't help you unless you help me.

(077) who to trust?

who to trust? i have no blood left in my body for anyone else.

(076) empty pleasures

empty pleasures take their toll while she sleeps through the night. the cigarette smoke has begun to take flight, but the grass never grows. it loses its color and freezes in snow as winter arrives without warning. a phone starts to ring. it's an angel waiting to sing, but no one wants to answer it. i don't bother reading the book - i just write it, but i can't remember anything about it once i'm finished.