(0405) the speed of light

a needle in the abstract coming to kill you..
better fall asleep before it's too late.
the irrational was my only common sense.
there was nowhere else to go but up, and the sky was pretty cloudy.
extradition to a sprawling landscape, but we can only forget so much.

we let it drip now. there are no other choices.
false equivalencies are all that that time has ever amounted to.
the pretense is gone, and the sunset is almost too bright.
moving faster than the speed of light.

(0404) fake victims pt. 2

you drank the water, and now you are too the walking dead.
broke a tooth on the way down the rabbit hole.
woke up with a free breakfast, but it wasn't worth it.
honestly, the timing was just too late.
little thinking warrants little surprise. infinite delays it seems.
needed something else. need to switch out colors.
these memories can only hint at the truth, but the light leaves me feeling empty.
i make it out before accepting a cold, hard reality.
we're just here to say goodbye.
the days: like sand going through an hourglass, but depression is hours away.
i'm just frozen in snow with eyes open.
your destination doesn't exist.. nor do you.
you're a dream in your own head.
traffic jams ad nauseum. just crawling through god's intestines.
we'll all be sorted through in the end.
hold your breath and repeat the words "i am free."
21st century. get used to it.

(0403) fake victims pt. 1

first day of the deformation. we are alive, but we're losing sensation.
cannot say just what we think. no point to stare. no point to blink.
no reasons to go at it full force. just reverse engineer it until you arrive at the source.
fake victims and untouched emotions. this is what happens when you lose focus.
scrape it off until it's clean. conduct an investigation until it's all been released.

if you don't feel it, then you were never there.. so take a seat on an arbitrary chair..
if you don't get it, then you've gone away.. so go get fucked, but have a nice day..

this shitty car stops at every stop sign. i can't afford to run any red lights.
anything i don't see could be the death of us or it could be the death of me.

the coldest winter ever known.. but these warm words will be etched in stone.

20,000 years ago, this probably made no sense..
but this time.. this time, we've kept the evidence..