Tired eyes peel backward.
Exposed skin.
Where is my saint?
I am not worthy,
laying here in such disdain.
Weary, contrived words left unspoken and a will made to crumble--
these are the demons I speak of.
Manufactured hearts tango with a crippled reality.
Constructed machine-oriented life used to induce or relieve pain.
I've fashioned a more mature gesture.
Can you handle it?
...Sizzle sizzle.
Society has gotten the best of us all.
And thus I am impregnated with vulgar concepts.
Pause and notice that ( I am not ) what you think I am.
Exposed skin.
Where is my saint?
I am not worthy,
laying here in such disdain.
Weary, contrived words left unspoken and a will made to crumble--
these are the demons I speak of.
Manufactured hearts tango with a crippled reality.
Constructed machine-oriented life used to induce or relieve pain.
I've fashioned a more mature gesture.
Can you handle it?
...Sizzle sizzle.
Society has gotten the best of us all.
And thus I am impregnated with vulgar concepts.
Pause and notice that ( I am not ) what you think I am.
