Echoes Below

  Death frosted over as I'm looking for an escape. Dreaming of another world while stuck in a rut with a body scaling in skin. So many days are left just thinking of how many lives could be lost within someone's head in the span of morning, noon and night and all inbetween. I'm the one creeping out hoping no-one lets me in.  Plastic embrace, wasted face. The thoughts of yesterday's lip fillers aimed high but no killers. Disappear into the outlet of memory. The thoughts fleeing into the recess of it all. I don't remember the standard life we had planned. And yet I don't understand how I feel when there's nothing left to feel but the pain inside my body. The hoodoo voodoo dolls got me good. I'm just surprised they haven't killed me yet. You can see it all in the varnished truth that stakes its claim in lies. The machine we know so well can let us in on an answer that is being kept out by official sources. Smears, slurs and lies, the outlet of the rich ...

It remains to be seen how I fare from the act of oversharing. The vicissitudes   of modern life are a chore and I must be a deathly bore. Nevermind, I understand, I just wanted to get things off my chest. Pent up anxiety takes its toll on me and I could dream but then I can't. I just wanted a clear conscience. I guess that's too much to ask for

Follow into the echo chamber. Follow into the endless desire of a broken mind. Walking barefoot on glass splinters. The remedies we seek on further inspection. Lies, blame and deflection are the name of the game. I want to drown out her rampant paranoia or I wish that she would drown. I know it's not very polite but she drains the living daylights out of me. Glass half empty, glass half full - what difference does it make which side you see it from. Throwing away half your history because of a fundamental misunderstanding. We could tell you everything and you'd still revert to your own superstitious intuition. I could make a guess but I can't sleep right now. Listen to the music and drown me out. Cloistered in my own hermitic seal, the torment of living at the whim of others. What could we learn? What could happen if we were to be inside in another part of the world with something to live for. Here I just feel like I'm death reheated many times a day. Arguing over usele...

Remedy the renegade. Chanting until the die is cast. Made me dream of another life that's deserted me. I'm on the outside looking back. No use for weapons here, no point in attack. I see you approaching in the coldness of the night. I wonder where it all went when time creeps by. Sanction and sustain, times were we refrain. I'm growing old and more despondent. The lies I tell myself to keep my spirits up. "But do it with sincerity." Keep dreaming of an end of some sort if only just to tell myself that there's something.  All I can focus on now is the pain that never leaves. All I can ask for is for something to work. Another prognosis with an unconfirmed shelf life. You know the story from here, we just write the words. Medication is all there is.

Turning faces to the same old tune. Mix me a molotov or fly me to the moon. The pain stops here or it inflames. Playing games with the order we've had before. Same old score. The clichés run in here as you would expect. I've come to expect nothing less.   It's in the shadow of the environment. Cancelled appointments - the list of disappointments. Remember all your disturbed teenage dreaming. It'll never work here. But simplicity was the spice that came with a price. Your face in the shadows. Lurking in every memory. Spindly wires have you remembering every disturbed teenage dream. The spaces between friends gets bigger. Spatially enclosed, the nightmares make you remember phrases in other languages. Even in bad syntax you get the blues. Piranhas in the bathtubs. The perfect place to bleed for careless translation in transport. The injections will stop the pain only for a while. In the end there's always another diagnosis. If only things were perfect, these memories ...

The shadows of time, the scenery of unkempt deciphers wittering on a scroll of shame. But who's to blame and who really cares? You're waiting in the distance with the time-honoured tradition. From sedition to sedation, the elation didn't last that long. It became a disaster that time has been unkind to. In discomfort, the lines have been drawn and there's no such thing as cabin fever. We were there, we understood. Time can't return - moving on to reap the rewards of a cruel outlook. But who are we to decide the rules? Damage is done, ergo no fun. We speak in riddles before telling the truth. I'm a cryptic catastrophe living in unheralded infamy. Move along to the same song and everything will be fine. Don't bang the drums too loudly - you've never had it quite like this. Moving backwards for the sake of a societal collapse. Collecting traps that'll never fit - it's all very considered. You're next line starts here, to boost your earnings clic...

Elicit dreams of guilt. A sense of something that runs on compassionate grounds. Ideals and thoughts along the faultlines of the decency of humanity. We seek, we dream a new religion but nothing washes away the stain of that feeling. The panicked feeling of being ignored. Muted out and drowned for good reason. The fight's not there and never will be. You can have it all if you turn away right now. I wanted some company as misery only to make jokes and feel less alone. The feelings of idiocy linger long after the thoughts have subsided and accepted the unity of pain and go it alone. Moving to secrecy and leaving no one but themselves. The static burst and the dreams retreat. Live in grey solitude. The harmless wonder. You never wonder why your friendships are ruined and whether it has something to do with you. You shouldn't live your whole life feeling you've been put upon by the world. After all you were so self-contained as a child, it's no wonder you were made to feel...