Winding Down (repost from My Space)
The girls drenched in release, the boys wandering in their confusions...
halters and maypoles, killings and meat.
The world goes on, keeps on turning it's peace...pushing forward through each and every insignificant rift.
This tainted food for thought, an unwanted sustenance, a darkened lonely place.
Forcing these to feed, on distant frozen dreams...like words I've never spoken more true.
Writhing in their dullest pain like marionettes falling from drunken grace, a stringless confusing mess of plastic reality.
Today I concede, I am winding down...
it just feels right.
halters and maypoles, killings and meat.
The world goes on, keeps on turning it's peace...pushing forward through each and every insignificant rift.
This tainted food for thought, an unwanted sustenance, a darkened lonely place.
Forcing these to feed, on distant frozen dreams...like words I've never spoken more true.
Writhing in their dullest pain like marionettes falling from drunken grace, a stringless confusing mess of plastic reality.
Today I concede, I am winding down...
it just feels right.