I'd die before I'd let you beat me. . Lost in a moment of time. Self destruct switch on. I try. But it happens the same. Everyday. . Here I go standing on the edge.
the walls of a poem. like the folding of wings. they burn through the base of the skull. . under the eyelids. the night eternal. down fell the city of words.
Language - self-destruction. Against the iron air. In broken, non-verbal strains. An all-devouring sand. . The phantasm. We invoke. A monument. A final stand.
Let the language be the blade. Dead it stares into our empty lives. . Created needs - as tumors they grow. The swarming worms of a thousand lies. . The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay.
The halls of the grotesque. Reverberate our final doom. Oh, the ravenous indulgence. The rite of passage eternal. . A black lung full of ash. A parasitic void.
The despair eternal, deafening. Watch it burn. . We run like rats - along the walls. Rising higher - around solitary lives. . Deep in your dreams - the dead they sing.
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Keep your beady eyes on me. To make sure i don't turn to dust. If fear is in the mind, then my mind lives in fear. as deep in this voice then a dirty British sea.
What happens when we die?. "No, don't ask questions, just make sure you survive". Lord give me faith so I have boxes to tick. And won't have to suffer the wonderwhy.
Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today. I want to be a part of it - New York, New York. These vagabond shoes are longing to strayand step a round of heart of it - New York, New York.