"It's so hard to think when I blink from existence."
Treading In Place
Day After Day
Sets Of Footprints
Misplaced Puzzle Pieces
End Up Aimlessly In Piles
Nor Forming Any Patterns
That Slowly Smother Me
My Diseased Self-Esteem
To get beyond the pressure.
To see the bigger picture.
To rid my life of structure.
To push beyond my limits
To make myself indifferent.
Subzero Pyro By Necessity Too Inventive To Surrender Your Contendership Frozen In Cryogenesis.
Like some media mark of Cain.
We've become tainted.
15 minutes of fame & counting.
Then the bargain bins.
Never escaping this coffin.
For a dollar or two, we can give you answers
that all the pop bands can't provide.
A word of warning we offer
Stay clear of the limelight crosshairs
Since everything it
sees hears perceives believes in
ceases to remain the way it was in the end
Boxed From The Limelight
When the crowds have claimed the entire pie.
I have faith there are a few crumbs left, somehow unnoticed.
Satisfied by the smallest slice. We spend time perfecting it
Expanding from near nothingness to the piece of heaven it now is.
Then the the spotlight shifts and we are dismissed.
Not let in to enjoy the riches we created.
In the dark, it's easier to see
They're stealing all your sunshine.
Surrounding themselves in the light you created.
Making your presence meaningless.
Negating your existence -- you won't even be missed.
from the last paragraph] are from LEN, Dream Theater, and
Skin and Moonlight
War Is No Beauty Parlor
of our failure.
Bloodshed turned by CNN
Into a major motion picture.
Death By White Noise
He switches off the picture..
Terminates the transmission..
Within this television a spirit..
The screen his only outlook..
On the world he once lived in.
I'm always stuck in myself. No change of the channel.
Contained in this arrangement. Restrained in my container.
Current keeps running, until I'm six feet under.
There, the peace begins, but the music ends --
except as repeats and replays -- meaningless sequences.
These Connections Severed
The Voices Fade
Blue Water Labyrinth
She walks along the ocean's surface, devoid of aqualung or
extra apparel. She thumbs a ride on the back of a sea creature,
in search of an ultimate weapon, or her misplaced ego, at least.
She fixates on redemption - a blue sky ascension awaits, she
thinks. Deliberate actions taken. A plan of decisive evasion.
"What direction is away from this place? Under what ocean
maze can I hide my face? It feels like I'm walking in circles,
I'm crying, it hurts me to realize that this sea is all there is
to see. Walking in hindsight, I brake before sighted, too afraid
of the limelight, I trace my steps back to the ocean's embrace."
Freud and Oblivion
Fading In Time
My Memory Hazy
A final sigh
One last time
lost in her
my way through
It's only interference
there's never a tomorrow
though nothing is forgotten
these circles I will follow.