Transitions

Pale blue echoes of the moon

gripping me as I gently rocked

between existence and none

Coiled within the womb of conscious 

I have never felt like I belong

Regurgitating my own guts

Monochrome pavements leak into my brain

existence of strangest circumstance

Is this all mortality has to offer?

institutionalized and mute.

conventional ways of life forced upon you

drafted in to become a slave of society

you are spoon fed the same tripe by the media 

who control the strings of your deity

whirring of machinery, buzzing unknown

clock hands seem louder inside of my head

my body feels as if it were already thrown

to the depths from a mountain head

I exist only within the fractures of time

resistant to the weave of flesh

modern life is not for me

for modern life has nothing left