In your own realm of
most serene and dying sadly
reality
it did not
happen

but,
it happened

all the bustle, hustle
all the people go around
the cars drive downtown
it all spins around,
this endless circle itself
this endless machine

but wait a second,
you don't seem yourself
your eyes seem somewhere longing
they seem to be in the bowels

Take your eyes out
from the inside of your
head
quit peering in
seeing with your hippocampus blues,
make your eyes see what there is to lose:
nothing
and fight for something for all us tonight

Turn this apathy
into antipathy
show them what you're made of
fill your heart with bleeding
don't utter defeat so softly underneath
but take off your covering sheath
let the darkness loose a hell
upon this beautiful hypocrisy
we call the world

keep your mouth running mazes
coloring this dull existence with life
you're just a rat going through this tangle,
learning how to get through
to end up at the end
give what you can before it comes

don't let up your stance,
never stop showing your sores
never fall backwards on your back
until this body of yours, wrenched, racked
falls on this uncouth soil
then your toil
will unravel like a rope
with many strands
and what you've done
will echo throughout time
roaring tunnels into the
deepest depths of everyone's being

this indifference is the reaction
but deep beneath its epidermis layer,
lies you dormant in a cage, enraged
insane with what is, and what cannot be

all you need to do
is let him loose
to do his abuse
 
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