Automatic loss of anything meaningful to say
Sluggish, weak, tender, meek, useless, angry, pointless, staring,
standing, walking, falling, weeping, thinking, asking, showing, pretending,
Eyes are sore, mouth is dry, arms feel like string, brain is high,
gravity sets in, so does pain again, the luster has faded, now your jaded.
Light shines through small cracks, peering between this and that, the window unclean creates a surreal scene, on the back board of the bed's spleen. Tick then tick, but you have an electric clock, tick then tock, wait that's the internal clock, wake up-The day has greeted you again.
The chill of the room turns skin like prune, outside the wind picks up and screams, pain ensues from hitting the frame, of the door from your room leading to the outside. Look now at the world, look through hazed orbs, blink to catch up, then yawn to slow down, stretch to pause, crack a bone to restart, stiff is the body before putty life.
Take a step back, through the door of relax, sensation boring when you turn on the cooling-water, prepare for a breakthrough, when isolated through water, naked without cover-beads down your back, hair still a bit of a matt, throat becoming less dry, a sting in your eye.
Tingling sensation brings concentration, cleaning the sin off the body to breed purification, it's a process long or short, and in the end you feel a lot more, fulfilled, relieved, satisfied, that when you walk back into the world it will be clarified, to all that this is not a reason, to manipulate beauty into perfection.
Now step, into the light, pass through the portal and into life, it's passing, right before your eyes-world's great mystery of doing time. Step now back into the house, have a seat, and pick up the mouse, click once, and connect if you will, to the other life you perceive more real. Here are your friends eager to to listen, they grasp on your words and mer definitions, of anything and everything that you may wish, to be true to the case or simply a myth.
It is wrong, well maybe it's right, joining a community and a world of spite, personalities without the physical, attraction, falling for the inside without the block of the physical, despite the lyrical and the mundane criteria-essence of what to say, playing a role, the puppeteer, or the slave. It's perfect, or so you think, until silence falls and you feel incomplete.
Now walk back, into your room, lie on the bed allow it to consume, your thoughts and fears, running out of time you shed a lonely tear, don't cry-just scream, into the night that will disrupt the-sensation and rolling train, of contemplation for that society. What is real? Who is to know, maybe the outside or the virtual host.
Now sleep, slumber into a dream, focus on that world make it believed, that this is the third and only path, a reality outside of this normal trap. Grasp now the colors of life, within your brain the answers will come alive, feel the energy and pass it on, through your finger down to your toes, you jerk-body is tingling, stiffness takes over you awake a bit groggy. Eyes dazed and so are your thoughts: Was this just a dream brought by uncertainty?
Who is to know, but one thing is for sure- you will leave out this systematic method because you know it works.
standing, walking, falling, weeping, thinking, asking, showing, pretending,
Eyes are sore, mouth is dry, arms feel like string, brain is high,
gravity sets in, so does pain again, the luster has faded, now your jaded.
Light shines through small cracks, peering between this and that, the window unclean creates a surreal scene, on the back board of the bed's spleen. Tick then tick, but you have an electric clock, tick then tock, wait that's the internal clock, wake up-The day has greeted you again.
The chill of the room turns skin like prune, outside the wind picks up and screams, pain ensues from hitting the frame, of the door from your room leading to the outside. Look now at the world, look through hazed orbs, blink to catch up, then yawn to slow down, stretch to pause, crack a bone to restart, stiff is the body before putty life.
Take a step back, through the door of relax, sensation boring when you turn on the cooling-water, prepare for a breakthrough, when isolated through water, naked without cover-beads down your back, hair still a bit of a matt, throat becoming less dry, a sting in your eye.
Tingling sensation brings concentration, cleaning the sin off the body to breed purification, it's a process long or short, and in the end you feel a lot more, fulfilled, relieved, satisfied, that when you walk back into the world it will be clarified, to all that this is not a reason, to manipulate beauty into perfection.
Now step, into the light, pass through the portal and into life, it's passing, right before your eyes-world's great mystery of doing time. Step now back into the house, have a seat, and pick up the mouse, click once, and connect if you will, to the other life you perceive more real. Here are your friends eager to to listen, they grasp on your words and mer definitions, of anything and everything that you may wish, to be true to the case or simply a myth.
It is wrong, well maybe it's right, joining a community and a world of spite, personalities without the physical, attraction, falling for the inside without the block of the physical, despite the lyrical and the mundane criteria-essence of what to say, playing a role, the puppeteer, or the slave. It's perfect, or so you think, until silence falls and you feel incomplete.
Now walk back, into your room, lie on the bed allow it to consume, your thoughts and fears, running out of time you shed a lonely tear, don't cry-just scream, into the night that will disrupt the-sensation and rolling train, of contemplation for that society. What is real? Who is to know, maybe the outside or the virtual host.
Now sleep, slumber into a dream, focus on that world make it believed, that this is the third and only path, a reality outside of this normal trap. Grasp now the colors of life, within your brain the answers will come alive, feel the energy and pass it on, through your finger down to your toes, you jerk-body is tingling, stiffness takes over you awake a bit groggy. Eyes dazed and so are your thoughts: Was this just a dream brought by uncertainty?
Who is to know, but one thing is for sure- you will leave out this systematic method because you know it works.