minute and miniature
trying to be a child and a voice
emotions amplified
motionless at best
moving in circles in fear of the plague
and the vermin that sits
closing movement
cascade and tear down the paraded walls
trying to be stronger than the fall
it's all what you took for granted
down to the very base of the hall
bloodlet and leeched
sick of being preached
sick of the fascination with my
own determination
to fix everything i can reach
sick of the garden and the hellfire and the stone
sick of the child of perdition i birthed
from my own beaded eyes
reptilian and predatory in disguise
demise
fixable lies
littered and left and lingering on the likened branch
ate your soul
whole
meant for more than the whoring thoughts
music means less and less than where i was
when i was motionless at best
the night life rhythm talking to itself
in acidic trip dreams
your psychotics and depressants
your self assured regression
hello recession
i'm here for you to take me