Funeral Diner A True Triumph Of Man Vs. Machine
Building again, from every flaw we make something new.
kill
Again, build again, killed again, tooled again. rusted
away
To show the decay, the true intent, and the smile that
Never touches eyes. stand in line, feel the blood drip
down
Your forehead and blind your eyes. change the end and
break
Down the unnecessary. and it buries and obscures. you
need,
You see. it moves, crushing. it ends, buried. and it
Changes nothing. glacial slow and crushing an avalanche
of
Broken. we embrace with open arms and not much else until
We all can't breathe and moving becomes the farthest
thing
From mind. what we can, or take or leave, behind us now
and
Under the flow.
