Mourning Beloveth Dead Channel
the slow dark sludge melted down and solidified
full of poison insanity and nightmares
inside nothing outside emptiness
it mothers demons that move
the grace of addiction
with a head full of noise and pills waves of raw
transference
tuned to a dead channel in search of a new womb
it is mere content deprived of form everything is waste
nobody seems to notice the absence of a living
substance
there was something else in the silence that I heard
like something hauled from dreams and abandoned
the mind drinks less and less
people going nowhere somewhere following the moon tide
like so many leaden idols
leave them for the flies and the carcass of a dead
world
the universal rubble nothing left to rot
abandoned and formless
there are no mountains to make them cower
all we seem to live for is pleasure end it burn it the
fire is clean
putting out the stars and extinguish the sun you seem
to come away lost
end it burn it nothing is clean
no one seems to listen anymore a head full of noise and
pills
burn it end it it feeds on silence
but there is something in the silence I heard it
screams at me
end it burn it if you let it burn it will burn our
lifetimes out
we have some leaks in the system where reality filters
through
a non linear flood of facts with each pulse of
nothingness
they show us trailers to make us hold onto nothingness
splinters of a substance that pulsates like a former
heart
an anchor drawing us to oblivion and the bones
the bare bones of existence an anchor to oblivion
