S0nic lack of truth in a world built for artA Poem by Daniel KivlehanAn ode to the greatest time to live(die).We all run from the sirens of time Tripping over love filled landmines Hold my hand; let me go With you To the end of everything we (don’t) know Lets get lost; freeze in snow Drown in rain And melt in heat Die in a crowd Or live above clouds We are a result of fighting time; fighting existence Doing lines with unbridled persistence I want to get “fucked” “Fucked” she screamed and plunged into a million dreams On the edge of an off white void Sits a man slightly annoyed By his presence devoid She no longer loves him; she never did Everytime he is around her he subjugates her will to live When she sees his ugly face two words appear: “never forgive” People OD in dark corners of the earth Well, its been worse (war) But we fight a war on ourself; what for? So we pretend that we like to be sore Because society constantly slaps us around So we may aswell fall in love with the sound May aswell worship its bloody bruised ground We are the rebels the outlaws the outcasts the psychos Not living under the ancient fear of a rifle New generation/new breed New sensation/new disease Chemicals spill out onto old pavements Never hinting that we will have replacements But who are we if not just our own self invasions Praying for the wrath of Satan (“) We look to empty bottles and empty bags Empty models and empty f**s Empty souls and empty goals The reason we look for so much meaning is we realise the inherent emptiness of everything So, we sin. Faded sounds our hymn Every day we lose more limbs Every day we fall in love with him With her. Our prescription/ our affliction Our submission/our addiction Still running from the traditional sirens Still running from the old tyrants We are the sonicyouth Devoid of truth Full of meaning Baby, hold me Till I stop breathing . © 2014 Daniel Kivlehan |
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