(0252) skin and silence pt. 3

corner of the picture is fading, and the dust collects on the lens. undeniable witness that filtered the rationality right back into the frame. fog rolls in through an open window. i pass off this guilt in my hand... testing the motion of absence. i breathe through these poems and drink out of empty cans. i have visions of the world ending while i'm dreaming. spectacular views from my head. the television picks up your memory and runs while i hide in the radio. there's nothing alive because god is dead. within these lines, i place a pillow. but in the cold, i start to stutter. walking without my directions as the clouds try to follow the sun. rain is useless when you don't need it. it doesn't really matter. i've nothing to give anymore, and there's nothing to be lost and nothing else to be won. love is a phantom.