Futile
How futile this trap
How insignifcant this map
in which I lie
in which I'll die.
How mechanical this day
How inconsequential this stay
in which I rot
in which I'm caught.
Sun sets twice
So, I think Susheela Raman is consuming me entirely. Such gorgeous music. I can safely say that I am now "Half Shiva/Half Shakti".
In a moment of darkness, a star erupts,
creating a breakbeat explosion
on 11,
unto a visceral end
of a sunless horizon.
Then a point disrupts a progression.
And this is when
the sun sets twice.
So, if I was to redesign the cover of cult novel "Naked Lunch" ... :) 
Countdown
A month to go, switches to shut, eyes to close, memories to forget, moments to remember, laughs to cease, tears and puzzles to piece, I am but a victim to the body.
A month to go, and I am gone.
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Your smiles are shades of crimson and grey
You see the world and war as prey
I see my life upon your shoulder
Shutting down I fear
Your lies are like the sounds of clocks and clicks
You see the face and heart as tricks
I see my life upon my shoulder
Shutting down I fear
