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...

A fading man seen once and never again felt like Jesus but melted away. Bubbles of noise infiltrate his brain and drain his thoughts. Shards of light stab his eyes like never before. And it's hard to believe when it all expands. The more I say, the less you believe. So I should keep quiet. Infinities equal measures the sequel. So you should keep quiet. Areas in tokens. Non ideological solutions in rational terms. The lies tell it and we'd believe it if it were true. But we're selling your future away at our profit and your loss. Bubbles of noise infiltrate and we forget. Picking the towels up from your ghostly apartment. Why do my clothes bruise me all of a sudden? Losing youth is acceptable, losing ability takes time. I would've worn my panic on others but it wouldn't work.

I'd seen her face from the side. We were in padded prisons from ancient castles. Let one go. Let one go. Dreamt as if I was a man in panda. Highly stylised while seeing the old echoes fading out.

It's been 14 years but I still feel the echoes of her. Shades of indifference lead me to the physical state I'm in. I relapse in memory. There are times when I feel my mind has been destroyed. The more I wanted to let go, the tighter its hold. I really would've been better off dead than to give the impression to anyone else that they don't matter. If I could disappear inside the machines, I'd be the ghost that lives inside.

Said there was no time, no place. Distant reflections in wistful states. Promises made that were never kept. I was the teenaged fool who believed in you. And in that obsession, I dreamt of a fire that would burn us alive. Or only my memories for whatever they're made of. I can't shake you off, I'm all alone. It would've been better being invisible than be a child to your dreams. Recreating photographs for amusement, I fell for spells and trances so that I could dance to you. I grow older and more ill. I would've become a shadow to your light. An energy vampire feeding on your life to satisfy my frail ends. But you don't see me anymore. Some others are jealous that they don't see the same madness that I had infested with you. I just know I can't live with another promise like that. When I'm frail, I follow your trail. I become a guide to the pathways I left behind in my pursuance. Innocence would like to think of apple blossoms and tender nectar. ...

And I hold back. From life, from dreams, from media. Another part of the world. A forensic experiment. Left to the side and up from the middle. Have I destroyed everything just to be a part of you? I can hear, I can hear, I can speak to the sound of anxiety's pulse. I can see, I can see, I shall seek the sights of paranoia's curse.