Sleep-deprivation always dulls the senses

I'v got high off it
Do you?
I get high on it,
Have you?

I need some meaning in my nonsense
Otherwise what's the point in confusion?
An answer to an un-answered question
The politicians response
Dodged its way clean free
Of what was required of me
A beautiful tune brings me to tears
Highlights my loss and brings forth my fears
Scars run down my arms in streams
A personal diary documenting
All of the pane in by gon years
I don't know
How I feel any more about anything
An old man with a long dead heart
Sit and wait for what Thoth brings
When he comes for me, shall I survive?
Or is the after life just another lie
O', I sit, and watch, and wait
For what might happen next
I sit and play a game with fate
My life itself is made from a hex
A mix of matched up little witches
Held me down and killed me with kiss's
And sealed my soul in with
A million million stitches . . .

What might happen . . .

Beat the thing you love the most!

. . . next?

And this time the music span a new tune
Inside this note I found a key
Another escape from reality
A good crime got me my next fix,
With this bar I'll beat my own way free
'Twas the number once above six
That undid the stitches,
Now I can't see
I can't see
I can't see
Guess I'll have to sit here and bleed
Until the dogs lick my wounds clean

You

Inside the dream a swellings just been burst
But the clot is still intact and up for sale
I need a flood of faith to quench my thirst
I'll scratch the stitches out to make it go away

What might happen . . .

You
. . . now?

A man had a dog
He loved his dog a lot
But then one day
He got a stave
And beat its head,
Until it was dead!

Beat the thing you love the most!

A grotesque face is leering down at me
A long lost goal and a long lost dream
A empty bowl and soundless scream
Not many have seen the things I'v seen . . .

Beat the thing you love the most!

You

Repeat myself until I'm dead
And then engrave it on my stone
Drown out waves in silent wars
You cry as through your flag
The angry flame of bloody revolt burns
And burnt away you patriotic lies
Infused with the blood of drones
And the wealth of parasites
The fat of the land
Smother to death every thing else . . .

Politically . . . it was . . . um . . .
Something along the liens of a . . . um
Disappointment . . . no lies, only truth
No wrongs only rights . . .
Wears the entertainment in that?


. . . light up the sky with you screams . . .


Mined warped dillusions
Expansion of the negative
Into a polar positive
An inter city revolution scheme
A new iron heal
to take control of things
Can you brake into a new pace
Unnecessary exits into the morning
From the night befores' indulgent escapes
Brake the riot up
Now the God is stuck
He's just run out off luck
A 9 of hearts, 9 of spades and a 9 of clubs
I feel the ivies rapping round me
Their hands like grape vines
Caress me 'till I sleep
A festival in my dreams
Hedonistic reality's
Haunting me in the deeps
Fictions filled with the lies
Of long forgotten Gods
Connecting yourself
With this divinely sponsored suicide
Come and watch,
Come and watch,
Come and watch my friend!
I'll slit my wrists and all will . . .


-?-

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Phaestian, in the year 322 AF.