synfull

clear day x-ray vision

synthetic prophetic word herds pathetic
stuck inside a fucked up mind behind below
forget it
regretting some but loving all
the world is a rock the world is a ball
they all fall down
my dirty socks are my downfall
a door with locks is my downfall
my brain and heart are my downfall

artistic linguistic bullshit letters dying together on a page
after the initial rage and rational arrangement they represent
nothing
the war that wages between ones many selves
personal hell frozen in time and amplified forever
like an echo whispered black hole yell

tell a story but theres more than one category to check
and my check is in the mail and my
checking account balance co-sign connection
debt collection services (and its how long to the next election?)
steer clear of weirdos for one more year but fear passes laws
and its jaws are built to tear
and i dont care but dont tell me im not okay
just because of the words i say
when the day is nice and clear