where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
See the tomorrow in the wounded window of today, the children of an abandoned world, marked by fingerprints of a destroyed generation, a tomorrow that is never to be, a today infected by the sin of a yesterday ignored, we see the insanity caving in, smothering all we are, holding us under, lets hit back, …
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Middle mirror, blackened eyes, a heart of darkness, my lies are now words of truth, fumbled leverage, mistaken pathways dived to be wrong, we see the world through the eyes of someone else, rather than the pathetic things we really are, stars in our eyes, cum on our lips, we see humanity as our whore, …
She quickly spins around and grabs the glass and thrusts it into his face, shattering it into the side of his cheek. The water washes over his face, while the glass slices through his flesh, and he screams out in pain. “I’m so sorry,” she says as she sits up.
“WHAT HAPPEN’S IF WE DON’T MAKE IT OUT?” “That’s not going to happen, not if we follow the plan.” “The plan is stupid! It’s got bigger holes in it than my underwear, and my nuts are hanging through them.” “The plan is perfect, in fact the plan is absolutely gorgeous.”
“What?” “Opioids.” He says again, and still she looks at him confused. “I smoke opioids, not weed,” he says, his arms animated with frustration. “Shouldn’t that mean the chances of you suffering from hallucinations is considerably higher?” He scoffs, “I’ve been taking the same cocktail for the last twelve years....”
“Are you going to try this again? You do remember what happened last time?” “Like you, I remember every day. Like you, I am cursed to never forget. So yes, I remember the last time we did this, but the thing about memories,” she says as she moves swiftly forward....
Calvert laughs again, “That’s the yesterday I’m talking about.” “It didn’t seem like it was the yesterday you were talking about a moment ago.” “I’m pretty sure I know what yesterday I’ve been talking about, you on the other hand, are on an entirely different cycle of yesterday’s than me.”
Masked with a mirror that resembles my eye, I see a sickness dying, the living, alive, my mind lost in sadness, my eyes closed too tight, for this tomorrow I now live in, was almost lost to the night, but we lived, we survived, we saw the end come and go, my today is your …
Their marshmallow feet can’t stop dancing, their soft gently steps can’t stop moving, they spin and they twirl, they leap and they hop, perfection of symbolic symbolism, a pathway, a dance almost done, colours like rainbows, gum nuts and jam, chocolates aplenty, they melt in my hand, happiness is a thought, life is the distraction, …
Fake freckles used to cover the scars of a forgotten, a whimsical wish, a playful smile flashed before the blast, forgiven, forgotten, a window of memories smashed by the hand of a future unforgiving, watch the time fall as the seas rise, the mirror made not of glass, but of time itself, can you see, …
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame
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