burn42

Dead Lines
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ever ended, watching watery stone, fire demon
above blue and white, rage for it, eat my soul
with turmoil, black firebrand, twisting
blind faithless, love, hate, vile boiling stomach
mindless dance, pain entrenching, never open
dark eyeless thought, now, not the notion
another waste

clock ticks silently, hands spin, red lights, green lights
I hear the radio static grow louder, shock me to consciousness
does the world spin or the sun rotate, Chronos is dead
move quickly, but not fast enough for me to miss you
never wonder, the beginning, end?
Fomatecus dances, I wonder
where, what, who, your thoughts like clouds
only mist, but I can see them
a line drawn in the sand
divide? A lifeline, a thought line
soulless like a puzzle, where do you fit

cursor blinking, seconds marching by
like soldiers off to a battle they cant win
footsteps in the dark
watch my fingers on the plastic
as I dance away the seconds
cubicle prison, my life is not a box
paycheck, screen full of characters
never care what part they play

mind, thoughts, distraction
little worrying things
walls too high to see
illusion
no matter of it
dance, smile, laugh
where is your head
can you see over the wall

red on white and gray speckles
time too normal to care
blistered twisting stomach
wishing for abnormality
only to look into the mirror
and see the mind of everyone
not just another name
not just the same old thing
not just another face
add me to the list

pain in my eyes
sickness in my stomach
sleepless I strive for your rejection
prepare the needle
it makes me feel alive
the dance flows in my veins
the blissful pain is all I need