3.26.2011

Incepticons: More Than Meets The Mind

Am I dreaming
Or is this real
I can’t remember
The last time
I saw you here

All the pieces
To this puzzle
Have fallen into place
Every word
You whisper
Invades my brain
And I know
These thoughts
Are not my own
But I can’t help
Feeling
Like singing
Or screaming
Them all
Out
Loud

Build me a coffin
Of this city
So I can rest in peace
Pieces of skyline
Bend and break
Entomb me within
Walls of stone and
Steel girders
Line my lead casket
Dirt domed lid
Dipped beneath the Earth
Food fit for worms

Muscle memory
Replaced with
Robotic reassurance
Capabilities beyond
My control.
Desperation
Traded for
Protection
Perfection
Servitude?

No comments:

Post a Comment