Thursday, November 22, 2012

Bring on the noise.


I'm ready for something, to shake up, to move me, 
To press me and feel me and bring me around. 
I'm tired of pushing on through through the days, 
I'm tired of wading and waiting the same. 
Sameness is killer. Sameness is hate. 

Too many words, all making sense. 
Too many words, all in my head. 

A veil has been drawn, over the sun.
The world's how we see it and how I see it is wrong. 

Trip me, I'm running. 
Drown me, I'm swimming. 
Hang me, I'm dangling
Over the edge and over the pit. 
Teeth at the bottom and inside my head, 
Biting and tearing and ripping and dread. 

Too many noises, melodic and pretty. 

Bring on the chaos. 
The jumbled and 
sounds 
that are noises and
rhythm 
that's lacking
stop backing
this concept of free

Drowned in emotion. 
Searching for feeling. 
Missing the meaning. 

Hang me, I'm drowning. 
Trip me, I'm falling. 
Stop me, I'm sitting. 

Imagine, I'm dreaming. 

Bring on the noise.