All our father's backs are broken
And our prophets are insane
There
Even though I know it's only chemical,
these peaks and valleys
In stillness
A silent weight
Pausing as the minutes each evaporate
A desire
When chaos reigns without a purpose
When the swell of sound
I've seen this face before
It somehow looks familiar
Tattered and weatherworn
Hours
Sprial and coil into black
Some remebered, some forever gone
Tragic
We
I stand in a barren void that's featureless
No sight or
May you find solace in the gentle arms of sleep
Despite
I suppose in your mind you believe you were right
That
This day has altered my perception
I'll never see things quite