Harpsichord melodies fall flat against
the heavy metal drone of fearless
mourning
of tortured skin
The horrible array of meat wheel masters
failing to soothe the flat faced beast
of time
Wild sweat leaf realizations ring
true in the blackened grime
of gutters
Fascist epiphanies rising
on rainy rooftops
Crazed rebuttals of hope
boil on bloody tongues
Shattered acquiessances screamed
over meager cannibal feasts
But, through it all, your face endures
Your smile alluring on frozen mornings
My china fragile composure blown
among tangled sheets
cigarette butts
keyless chimes on cans of liquid brave
waking nightmares erupting
in these lonely spotlight blues
You were not a game
You were not a ride
You were part of me
So, now, I'm lost
Sitting sardonic in sonic temples
Watching aluminum faces spout
bullshit out into the aether
Pondering they're own fate
Pandering to their own distorted view
As I melt away inside chemical regressions
Hollow in the empty current of my own
electric voice
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