M o l e c u l e s a n d F o l l i c l e sHe is dead beneath that heartbeatI tremble with every thudSo I wear head phones.Kundera lulls me to sleep with poetic notionsEverything is beautiful in black and whitePotential wrapped in the grey matterThough talk is cheapWhere all is lost, I smile, cataclysmically convincingOnly, I am dead, dead molecules, skin and suchMy will to remain is pure, and painfully sadisticAnd my consciousness independently and deliriously dissolvesNow watch my foundations crumble as I rescue you.
N e e d l e s A n d N a i l sLove foolMetallic screamVisions of an ever broken dreamLead ashtrayCarbon lungIn my line of sightYou come undoneA tempest of compositionFractured momentsFounded in lustBut not in romanceToxic ecstasyFormed by reckless passionMagnetic attractionOf an erratic fashionBroken ashtrayCarbon dreamsSewn….But not beneath the seams
P i e t aInfected by compassion.And this disease becomes me.My pity makes me weary.I depended on immunity.Never was I attached to the depths of your soul.Forgoing my claim to objectivity.Eternally yours now. Forever imprisoned. By my own unfortunate empathy.Caught by that moment of passion.Thrown off kilter, unable to reel myself.Escape is impossible now.Doomed by my own pity.
R e b i r t hYou’re killing timeOver flowing virtues leak into tomorrowUnder the current, of all that could have beenReality is my dark, sleepless imaginings.Take me, into your maudlin heart just once moreI’m killing time, so humour me?My watch says tomorrow so soonEscaping the now by misplacing seconds, riding those hours into the dusk.I’ve lost one million minutes in these sleepless dreamsSo what next? Do I lose myself too?Now that I’ve slain youOnly moments exist, awash in the vacuum we createdWhilst we waited, for time’s rebirth.
W i t h o u t A P l a nI am made from treacle and burned sugar. I am made from baking tar and rust. I am made from the touch of love. I am made from mistrust. I am made from broken promises. I am made from a heart pierced by lead. I am made from cold hands on warm skin. I am made from the finest thread.I am made from what I was. I am made from what I am. I am made from the potential of what I shall be tomorrow. I am made…Without a plan.