Useless Bantering
02/23/99

The prison lights contain me. I am their captive. My attention has been diverted to a new focus. The yellow, mesmerizing moonlight with it’s now haunting glow, pokes it’s way between the open blinds. Hinting at something sinister. Lost in the blackness that surrounds me, told to lay still and be submissive. Force-feed ideals that expire sooner than ever. The general feeling is a sense of being cutting off by a generation. I have been permanently disconnected, devoided of all information. Ignored and outcasted by all. It happens you know. No one to trust. Truths are founded on lies and mistruths.

Glistening shards of light, gleam through the darkness.

Penetrating those desperate eyes. Streetlights hum their halogen tunes. Staring out in the void. My eyes become drawn, pulled into the mystical force, that gives us the power to hate.

Cunning deception to hide the truths that bond us. What now? Reclusive bondage holding me in the shadows. The everlasting sensations, pulsate through her body, like a virus running rampant through a host. Nothing left untouched. Great moments in history. Innocence and she doesn’t even know it. Left for tales to spread like wildfire. Oh the stories. Subtle hints of eternal greatest brushed off. Sometimes I forgot why I started this all. The original goal has been lost and has since been covered over, just beneath the floor boards. The original purpose will eventually will resurface. Until then, I must continue to lay, staring in to the pitch black atmosphere. Hoping for the stars to emerge from behind the heaven so I can make a wish. I would wish for the world’s wishes to come true. But in reality I still staring at the same dark ceiling, bare as the walls, bare as my heart. Soon... Soon it will be light and then and only then...

Shortdrawn obliterated nightmares drawn by horses through the temple. Without a freedom, without a chance. Subliminal conversations pieced together from soundclips. Without a fear, facing a new dawn of lifelessness. Persecuted by even my own hands. They know the truths of all my natures. They know what I do when I am unaware. Sometimes we all need a rest. Forgotten ways of life. Closure. Around and around things go without ever consulting me. Making life more bearable. When God makes the decisions, he is thought lesser of. He can not do it all. There needs to be a quest of enlightment. Burn my damned pretestious inflated ego. SAVE ME! SAVE ME! Oh God! Rescue me my evil drenched lifstyle. Watched closely. An unfaithful eye keeps a careful watch.

Eyes burning with a vengence. Keeping the faith, providing the fact that we live in a world of indecision. Ample light is supplied. To guide us, for we are lost sheep. Prey in the eyes of all others. Misdirected, guided blindedly by music only. The infusion leads to the inpurity in the blood.




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