tofutopia, the first half atleast.
Optic nerve suffocating, vision is slow but sure to dissipate. Black void fills cranial lining, a quiet euphoria skulks over my body. Green clouds, oh our green clouds.
Slow running stream of blood [vile] tear its neck [violate the beauty] rush the jugular, clog the arteries [vile] with fluid paranoia [violate the beauty] watch the eyes drain color. Its all meaningless from start to finish. The human twitches and goes limp, sobbing and moaning subsides. Flush out the corpse, this is a trophy. Peel the skin back so we can peer into our hand at work. Limb by limb the pale monolith is robbed of its organic existence. The erasing nears completion, cold entrails remain on the white tile. Still not a sign of regret, the wet mess of matter flows through the tunnels. Wrap the slaughter in cellophane, make them extinct.
The air around, polished and bright, familiar feelings of displacement. Disassociations from tangible harm, forced back in the door and silhouettes turn cheeks. Hollow under the morbid lights again, the hum of flies swarming around them. Tones protruding through the white noise, slipping into coma. Quarantined behind breathing walls. Awaking to hallucinations not cured by eyelids, rushing across the ceiling. Vomit the last of the silver. Rising in my chest, rigid, impure. And our knees buckle backwards. Turn the valve, and the lining wears. [a mass of rotten faces, straight-lipped and blank of passion, no satisfaction with this fucking joke of an existence] there is no meaning to find, searched through the mounds of shit to be left with knotted muscles and distortions of happiness.
They release light, it passes right through. Become irrelevant in air. Color your mouths white, speak only what you dare. Speak in light of danger, warn those who give you hope. Stare at the moon, fall deep into absence, embrace the stars. If i told you they were gods would you question? I say just trust them. Thought patterns twist, we lose touch with our strain. Though you hold tight, let go without shame. Connecting wave-lengths, falling out of boundaries. They gleam, and we are left with nothing else but the truth, and what we can not save.
Right here in a collage where we cant tell the difference between positive and negative, the facts that rupture continuity in a moment spent complete. Restrained with ropes of black static, wrapping the spinal chord first, exit through the eyes to encompass the body. Above, a grey cloud of hands, where i fell out of reach from the source that transferred warmth. Failing in a cracked eggshell. Scoring the arpeggio into place with caution for each harmonic. Pull forth a gasp one mouth at a time. Waiting to discover its reality fucking me, vines around my neck, they gaze while i suffocate. No second thoughts, its charisma that binds you like you've never seen. One of a kind, and its so strong you cant go without gritting your teeth.
Through a not so rational portion of my affection I give you the bleakest of gratitude. Know nothing, create nothing, ruin everything. This is how we function here, and dont you tell me i havent seen it. I see it in too many forms to count, and i have broken a piece of my hope for each of them. You all bring corruption to the air and a fragment of sorrow. But I can not save you. I can not restore what your greed has replaced, the shift is complete. I can not ignore the grief that clouds my eyes. Please world, rejuvenate our hearts with color and disclaim our tainted actions. Banish us to the desert where we cant be found.
Slow running stream of blood [vile] tear its neck [violate the beauty] rush the jugular, clog the arteries [vile] with fluid paranoia [violate the beauty] watch the eyes drain color. Its all meaningless from start to finish. The human twitches and goes limp, sobbing and moaning subsides. Flush out the corpse, this is a trophy. Peel the skin back so we can peer into our hand at work. Limb by limb the pale monolith is robbed of its organic existence. The erasing nears completion, cold entrails remain on the white tile. Still not a sign of regret, the wet mess of matter flows through the tunnels. Wrap the slaughter in cellophane, make them extinct.
The air around, polished and bright, familiar feelings of displacement. Disassociations from tangible harm, forced back in the door and silhouettes turn cheeks. Hollow under the morbid lights again, the hum of flies swarming around them. Tones protruding through the white noise, slipping into coma. Quarantined behind breathing walls. Awaking to hallucinations not cured by eyelids, rushing across the ceiling. Vomit the last of the silver. Rising in my chest, rigid, impure. And our knees buckle backwards. Turn the valve, and the lining wears. [a mass of rotten faces, straight-lipped and blank of passion, no satisfaction with this fucking joke of an existence] there is no meaning to find, searched through the mounds of shit to be left with knotted muscles and distortions of happiness.
They release light, it passes right through. Become irrelevant in air. Color your mouths white, speak only what you dare. Speak in light of danger, warn those who give you hope. Stare at the moon, fall deep into absence, embrace the stars. If i told you they were gods would you question? I say just trust them. Thought patterns twist, we lose touch with our strain. Though you hold tight, let go without shame. Connecting wave-lengths, falling out of boundaries. They gleam, and we are left with nothing else but the truth, and what we can not save.
Right here in a collage where we cant tell the difference between positive and negative, the facts that rupture continuity in a moment spent complete. Restrained with ropes of black static, wrapping the spinal chord first, exit through the eyes to encompass the body. Above, a grey cloud of hands, where i fell out of reach from the source that transferred warmth. Failing in a cracked eggshell. Scoring the arpeggio into place with caution for each harmonic. Pull forth a gasp one mouth at a time. Waiting to discover its reality fucking me, vines around my neck, they gaze while i suffocate. No second thoughts, its charisma that binds you like you've never seen. One of a kind, and its so strong you cant go without gritting your teeth.
Through a not so rational portion of my affection I give you the bleakest of gratitude. Know nothing, create nothing, ruin everything. This is how we function here, and dont you tell me i havent seen it. I see it in too many forms to count, and i have broken a piece of my hope for each of them. You all bring corruption to the air and a fragment of sorrow. But I can not save you. I can not restore what your greed has replaced, the shift is complete. I can not ignore the grief that clouds my eyes. Please world, rejuvenate our hearts with color and disclaim our tainted actions. Banish us to the desert where we cant be found.