Needs to know of Needle nose

I appeared inside the dark basement i have recalled falling down the concrete stairs of ... but the room was much larger then i remember and nothing really looked the same just the color of earth in the brownness shades of red ... rust was invented and i could smell familiar around even as i felt so lost the record already was playing softly when i entered but just kept getting louder as the rectangle boxes started to slide towards me ... and then they would move back as the music of 5 repeated words kept popping in a broken recycled fashion ... the shapes came in and out faster ... out and in ... what is it i really need to know ... needle nose to keep me from losing it before i was finished just as i thought.. this machine is coming to me again to teach me the feelings of torture that we did not finish in each of the other sounds of scratching metal and screeching notes beating silent deaf on earlobes still in slumber They started to fall out ... in pieces ... not yet put together... and i tried.. to get to them before they went away and another one came to ... eyes open and ready to speak but i had to put them together ... split in half i could just stare at my mother in hopes that she could not see me staring ... she is so incomplete this way and i cant bare to watch her go back into her shape to never be completed The faces of my loves are on the outside of these decaying geometry so each time I run to one they retreat backwards and im left to see another body cut into memories that I dont have the right pieces for ... they never get complete and mean while the song playing has this disgusted pop that is the only 6th sound it will make... And I have to change the words to keep me from never waking up ... Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 05:02 AM PST   10 • 0