into the digital silence of your lives

[tranceswirl]

These things always start
with how much my eyes burn
maybe thats a sign of my inspiration
The station of my pain, or how i gain
the knowledge, how of words should arange
in strange, uneven meter, like theatre
of the young, my tounge, dances in my mouth
without speaking, yet seaking, her release
the beast, within, seeks to win, out
If only I had the strength to shout
What i feel, What I think, Are you real
And yet I deal, another hand,
I can always find the land, to build on
To help me grow, if not to sow, my fate
I am late, again to bed, and yet this said
I continue to type, stereotype, you, fuck you
If only you, were here, near, me, I would be
Stable, on the edge of insanity, free, luckily
I'm a float, I've got this boat, filled with words
Their gentle heards, milling about, and still my tounge
Is silent, I feek it coming out, breaking down
Feel the violence, of no sound.