(0185) comatose instinct

blank stare of a boy - dead in his dreams. but they'll be blocking off the river in the east and preparing for genocide in the west. distant eyes offer distant offerings and medicine won't help. give me a song, and i'll give you a poem about aids and starving children. destiny awaits their future. another fresh coat of paint, perhaps an off-white will do. so pathetic it hurts. coming out of a seven-day high. figured it would be best to just simplify the odds. level out the playing field for people like yourself. attention all around. where sharp edges turn out to be dull and foreign culture turns out to be the neighbor next door. better run; save your life if there's still time. desperation? no. just beauty. just something i saw. so now the ocean's red, and i failed to make a change. i'm sorry i fucked up. i see the light now too, and yes, it's blinding.

like philosophy told us once and history told us twice, stay away. come to think of it, i never knew any better.