Social Nothworking

A Childs playground
A tantrums muse
Age is no barrier
Drink your milk and spray it
Until your nose bleeds with white poison
We all feel it, it drips in silence

Delete, delete, delete
Strip it bare, they don’t care
Pretty pictures is all you are
Fading
Lost your bend, lost your soul
Lost your straight, lost it all

The pendulum swings incessantly
Identity perpetual motion
Without rest there is no peace
Without peace there is no soul
The waters withdraw
It’s the ebbing tide
It’s nature after all

The Paint Never Dries

Dead yet still breathing
Sleepy hollowed, no thought a relief
Pressed to the corner
The paint cold on my toes

Just sit and tired
Tired of that you enjoyed
Now just motions of expectation
Escapes not working
Tired of them too
Are you ok robot
Ok, ok, ok

Sleep Well

There's a tunnel, dripping distant light
Though, is it bright
Light, a promise of broken night
Though, is it bright
Fear is dreamscapes muse
sleeps Moriarty
How bright is the light?