Vast multitudes of you
By Neurosine
Blue trades with gray, the images cease to rearrange, this sneaking cage invades, real only by pain. The hills lose their soul, the trees brake away, making room for the boxes, where the weak people stay. Textures rendered plain, colors traded for the black and white clarity, instead of losing worth completely, let’s kill ourselves for charity..... let’s kill ourselves for charity..... let go and lie, did something inside you already die? Forget the learned pretenses and weak-willed speculations, despite all your forsaken dedication, you will not stay alive when you’re done at your station. Look up at the stars sometime. The energy in you came from all that space, and will return there when you die. Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 12:43 PM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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