User:BIue/words

The cameras are turning off I have born a monster / no pulse We're the orchestra at the ball With a grin like roadkill / and the bloody power of kings He did some of his card tricks / for the mafia geeks Food is food / & / sex is sex / I've had my fill I want to defect This is the sound / of boots crushing hands Still wearing those weird uniforms In the end / it was only a game / go back to the start again / & as every good editor knows / we are cabbage patch gibbering dolls / straw dogs to scare the strawcrows I dine on only / the premium brands Gentle needles / you can hardly feel These woods and hills / are the trademark / of woods and hills / plc Do we look like the enemy to you History is dying / sorry we were only kidding Tough choices with difficult decisions that you really wouldn't understand Watch the world collapse Sit back down again and press play like nothing happened Salivates in the ashes of the gap in between you & me between you and me the gap in in between you and me. A wicked witch's spell. Then all can become normal again. And I can set about forgetting. There is snow forecast. I want to lose myself in a blizzard. Just distant traffic I dread other humans. A muddy plateau. Leaning against barbed wire. Two flocks of birds, above the bypass. An unattended fire dying. A circle of hot grey ash. Caves everywhere. A ruined house. A sign: private woods no access. I think I'm surrounded by blizzards. My shadow clear as summer but Snow down my neck. Desire company, lack self-esteem and want to prove self. React badly to shock JUST / SAY / WHERE YOU WANNA BE / I'll take you anywhere / you want to go. / I can turn you on and / I can make you happy OPEN. NO MORE HIDING. dumb words are all I have feeble and undressed windows in the dark I fail to comprehend what compels me on jump between the lines along the underground ANOTHER COIN FOR THE MERRY GO ROUND WEATHER COMING THROUGH THE WINDOWS YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR DEPTH / PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER I WILL TAPE MYSELF UP BUILD MYSELF A RAFT FROM WHATEVER IS HANGING AROUND AND PUSH OFF FROM THE IMAGINARY DESERT ISLAND THAT I FORGOT TO TELL YOU EXISTED, AT LEAST TO ME WISH YOU WELL LIKE A BRAVE TIN SOLDIER WITH ALL THE STRENGTH I HAVE LEFT IN ME LET THE CURRENTS AND FORCES OF NATURE DO WHAT THEY WILL HAVING NO INTEREST IN THEIR WHOLESOME FUCKING WORTHY FLUORESCENT REALITY