The monotony of human existence
draws to an end
as my eyes close from the pressure of sleep,
twisting my brain into an abstract dream.
I call this place unreal,
an untouchable chasm
between you and I.
Above the clouds,
I watch the mini motors
speed like ecstasy
through a suffering vein.
I've no needles with me tonight.
So I pull out a lighter
and hold it to your wagging, old flesh
waving at me in place of your triceps.
Melt the skin a little,
a scar to remember me by.
Tonight, we are bored with mutilation,
but this dream is so unreal
and reality seems a second's step away
and on the other side of the world.
Take me with you to that place you call a sanctuary,
that place where pot smoke is inhaled
by self-destructive amoebas that dare to call themselves
Shoot a gallon of gasoline into my veins.
Just take me with you...
Opening my eyes, you humans pass on,
unaware that I left you for a moment
Ah, how the bitter monotony of this planet
helps in my destruction.
End: 10:20 pm
Thursday, Aug. 6, 2009