(0152) faith in impulse

endless subtraction and we all come back to zero. every time you pull the blinds, it makes more sense. and after the nightmares take their course, i'll take back my fractured heart. the measurement of false intentions... delayed until the end of time. so carry on with your confessional whispers, for i'm not wasting my breath. just don't forget about me. just don't. as for your misfortune, there's nothing to say. from now on, i'll just assume my shadows can't be seen.

(0151) backwards through time

and so the metamorphosis begins. the transformation behind the glass with wings detached and no more solicitous thoughts. the breathing - emptied. emptied from her lungs.

before i could even blame myself.
they said she had to go.

and it was a misplaced moment in time... so i just gave up.

tell him it's all over with. everything's done. i see someone else in the mirror. i see someone else.

there's a million different people, and it's so sad to see them all staring back at me with the same blank look.

this is the end, and you don't even care.

(0150) a hidden agenda

i know exactly where i am. i know exactly where i am. and they say "it happens all the time." i know exactly where i am. i know exactly where i am. but they'll say "the offer was declined."

and i'm running out of medicine. i can't really see what is to the left or the right. all i know is that i haven't died yet, the past is too far gone, and the sun is much too bright... in the eyes of your soul, there's a certain stare, and it makes me want to stay up all night. you went down the stairway and ignored the ghosts, but you left so soon for another life... when the walls come down and there is no more sound, i'll be there to claim what was mine. you were always so kind. you used to blow my mind, but now i don't really have the time... so i'll blink right before the curtains close and remember that apparently there's nothing there. it's as if the story was never fully told. it's as if no one had ever even cared.

there will be no more laughing. there will be no more crying. there will be no more useless apathy. we won't take any money for money has no worth in this land of permanent honesty... so we must keep moving, and we must keep singing songs about our dead remorse. it was only a second. it was only a minute. a minute wasted, sweeping up floors... and if the earth caves in, i'll know exactly where i am. i'll know exactly what to do. but if you asked me right now, i wouldn't have a clue. but at least i speak the truth... anonymous tipster, thank you for your help. thank you for all that you've done. it seems i had gone and closed my eyes, and i kept them closed for way too long.