(0204) impaired judgment

i have purged the dead, making me cold, drinking my blood, soaking these remnants. so go paint your soul or what's left of your heart. into the holes of decaying remorse, a song still awaits. levitation encountered. mark these verses slowly and read them when you're hungry. why won't the starving form a line? the television's losing viewers one by one.

a deck of cards all over the floor, medium coffee, another open door. once the karma's repaid, i come to your bed. i take off my clothes and fill in your void. won't you cough up something pretty for the children? they just sit there, quiet. faces all accustomed. now we won't see what really happened, but do we really even care?

if this creation wasn't random, we held the key to our own locks.

when the death toll's counted, angel, who will be left to love?

in the twilight stages; falling over my own regret.

(0203) the uncertain reaction

feeling intoxicated with all this commotion. retreat to hazy summers and let my mind slip away. comes to a different ending every single time now. we all walk together though we're so far away. i've been imagining a life without progress. no common rationale required for transmission. a little voice telling me to listen a little closer. there'll be no new beginning as long as you have reason to sin. the oil's going dry; we better find another exploitation. i'm standing in the well; the one you let me fall into. i'm having conversations with the ugly sunshine. can't understand why she's so alone. destructive thinking only leads you so far. don't wanna go there now or ever again. we're tripping over our past regressions. turning ever so slightly towards the coming dead end. the strain is dense and complicated with this corrupted angle. the path required but not utilized. a tainted fallacy without resolution. the stomach calls but the mouth remains dry. initiated in the blue soon after. denial reigns when all hope is dead.

...and all that remains is static.