lanterns in a state of decay

lanterns in a state of decay

"this side up ⬆"

Is this how everyone feels all the time? I've got devastation deep in my bones, an anchor to this earth I roam. Mind so high while my calcium sits low in my jaw, grinding teeth. So loud-- I can hear the vibrations in my spine, more links like neurons from my body to the sky. It's a shame I've got no basement to retreat to when I'm feeling low, so sitting in the dark will have to do. Blur the words, the fears untold, hold me in the slow motion. I go too fast or just drag my feet, so drag me to my destiny. They only say to dial down the volume, but it's your eardrums to risk. I miss hearing the hits on beat, nod to the bass and restrain your feet. Tapping faster, so I might feel less alone with the thrumming in my bones. 

Sorry for being normal, I was having an off day. My wires drop around my shoulders when it'd be better if they were just crossed, a digital connection to God. Every thought like an MSM. In the soft light I hope to die or freeze time. Sound wash over me, erase every bad thought chemical imbalance: I'm unbalanced, never had the knack for it. Clumzy with a z, never on two feet unless it's two feet above the ground. Graceful only on the stage, only in body but never in mouth or brain. Use both hands, better stamp yourself with "this side up ⬆" so everyone knows you're fragile. Small bones that are crushed under impact of words and emotion that can't be described any way else. You're so close to giving it up, but the last shred of self-preservation is holding on. Say fuck it, put your limits to the test, and your eardrums at risk.

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