Lullaby erosion marks.

Ignore the vibration, it's just a calling from out there.
Some one trying to get a hold of you the wrong way.
With conversation played out like a fiddle for the liking.
It's the way you grab a hold of what 's in front of you.

Get quick and speedy eyes, move your mouth faster now.
Cause you need quick sleek, black lies to get out this time.

As always falling into the cracks and liking the lighting.
Sink on in, let them pull you in, in the scene perfect.
Picture the mixture without all of the above, living under love.

Afraid of the waterborne words.
The natural state of things, bends.
Open it wide and say goodbye to....
The thread that spins.
On jagged looking glass.

Get quick and speedy eyes, move your mouth faster now.
Cause you need quick sleek, black lies to get out this time.
You need...
Quick and speedy eyes, move your mouth faster now.
The ushers words aren't enough to tell you where to go.

So sink in like you know what your doing, push the line like your reading.
When really the complexity of yourself is defeating, the awareness beating.
So loud.
In your mind.
Is this where I am going to die?

In a beautiful work of architecture, with splinters in my hands.
Dredge the cesspool for the finding of truth inside.
It's written in the alibi behind the ally where the burned lay.
In a beautiful work of architecture, with splinters in my hands.

Get out quick, talk fast with speedy lies to let you go.
Drown in the inevitable snow. Drown in the inevitable snow.
Drown in the inevitable snow. Drown in the inevitable snow.

Reviews

[Cassandra]

I thought this was an intriguing write. I feel that the speaker is being pulled into too many directions by peer pressure and the mountains of lies people tell. For some reason I feel this is about religion too..being stifling and overpowering and .. brainwashing..

I like the last 3 lines
Get out quick, talk fast with speedy lies to let you go.
Drown in the inevitable snow. Drown in the inevitable snow.
Drown in the inevitable snow. Drown in the inevitable snow

.... no escape from all the rubbish and you will eventually fall prey to the suffocation of your words by the "snow" .. for all I know i could be interpreting this completely wrong.

[Gary H]

I'm intrigued to know why the second from last stanza is changed to your own hands where as the rest of the work is for 'you' or the reader. Oh, maybe I'm reading this wrong. Is 'Is this where I am going to die?' then followed by the next stanza? I would suggest putting some speech marks here if that is so.

Like the title and get the feeling of electrical pulses whilst reading, maybe a telephone line?

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Interesting, and unique write. Thanks for sharing..Brilliant write.