Echoes Below

Frequence and destruction. The damage is complete. The resources are endless from the trails of human reproduce. Shadows of light become a source of paranoia. Pain seeping into the eyes. Photophobic realities. Impersonal response, the dream lingers on. You're my nightmare. I can still recall memories with pinpoint accuracy. A micromanaged shell of human hostility. Cult developments on dehumanised platforms. Your health is my money and time's not worth wasting if it can be economised. Impersonal response, the dream lingers on. You're my nightmare. Spirulina tea with red fennel and ginseng supplements. Carbon footprints that would shame environmentalists. If he's ineffective, play the jilted lover and abuse him with out-of-hours texts describing all he did wrong. Impersonal response, the dream lingers on. You're my nightmare. A nightmare that lingers on in my damaged state.

In silences I become alive again breathing through the corridors waiting for it all to fall back down again. Wheezing through avenues I'm waiting for you even if I don't know why I should. Stuck here with a loosened grip to wallow in the past with broken glass. It would've been nice if you didn't give me anxiety attacks every so often. I would've married a multitude of seething passions burning me from the inside out. A hollow wreck that burns smoke when there used to be flames. Mistakes ring hollow in the face of money. A dream turned nightmare in the flicker and I'm made to feel like a customer of my own downfall. What use is happiness when the slaughter takes place out of hours and the body collapses from within. Dizzy paranoia with the noise and the noise and the noise. I became fragile in the temple of health. It's nice to know I'm not one of them even if they were supportive instead of you. Living in the country of exorbitant demands and life has p...