The Beach

its funny how you can get lost at the beach.

Me...

     A nobody...

                   A traveler...

                                  A faceless face.

 

 

The music's pulse.

The vibration..

All the sensation.

That drenches my mind.

As I finaly succumb to the URGE.

 

Seeing the decieved.

All this toxic and chaotic manifested flesh.

Walking around me.

Isn't this supposed to be fun.

 

As the melody changes...

lifes still the same.

Just in a diffrent places.

In a diffrent time.

 

Exploring the life that the world around me brings.

Happiness to sadness....

it comes and goes.

Just like most of the things in life.

Reviews

[Cece]

lost at the beach
the water is the east
parking lot is to the west
i think you are just concerned
what you look like at the beach
but you are just one of many
faceless at the beach party
faceless cause of the spare tires
look at all the spare tires at the beach
only the faces seen are the spare-tireless
but how can you see the face when
you are looking at the spare-tireless parts