The Smile on a Dial of Another Machine

I  am not yet prepared to surrender myself
A smile on the dial
of another machine
Draws my sinews to waver
Threatens them to snap...
Leaving me lifeless and alone
Cold and breathless death
of words
Empty oxygen tank
An odour of meth
All that is left
A smile on the dial
of another machine
Its brighter and more sound
even in the shining rays
cast by the flawless surroundings
Tis too great, and too flawless
As I whisper to myself
back and forth
the formation of words
like a boomerang
Everchanging; Neverlasting
The tap that drips incessantly
Chinese water torture
A mind so vulnerable
to thoughtful reason
How wonderful it might be
if my mindful thoughts
might be splayed like a picnic
blanket across your screen
of vision
It might then click in your mind
in the fault that is mine
and mine alone
in the way of things
I cannot hope to change
And yet...once again
your effervescence competing wildly
Sprinting to meet the mark
Altered, Non-faltered sparks
Fireworks shatter high
Glazed reflection vivid in the glimmer of our eyes
It draws my sinews to waver
It threatens them to snap
Leaving me lifeless
Lifeless and alone

Reviews

[trainwreck]

This had a really passionate drive behind it. Great job!

[Kyle]

This is intense and driven somehow.....

[Rose]

Beautiful. Amazing. Solemn. Powerful. Perfect.