My feeling toward society. Possibly two pieces..."c" section and the rest. |
Contracting the throat Clogging passageways Constricting circulation Clasping bittersweet dark to the yearning brain Closing the path Curbing the gifted Carousing in the worthless Creating false nothings of degradation A consternation of emotions Contradictory thoughts without purpose Clicking together with no rhyme or rhythm Clunking their way through the masses A claustrophobic entropy of crowds Crowds of the mindless Crowds of apathy Crowds crowning vacuumed glory Crowds crowing the gospel of the echo Echo eternal Exaltation found in nothing Worse than nothing The picture of a picture The mirror in the mirror A reflection of themselves And in it A small speck Unrecognizable A point lost in the dark Contorted by their expectations Twisted by their lies Diminished by their dependence Becoming so infinitesimally small as to become Non existent Unaware A cog in a machine that was never there A machine that never could be So grotesque as to be impossible So revolting as to be unimaginable So false as to be true For they will never give it up The picture of a picture The mirror in the mirror The reverberating echo This is fear This is loathing What I feel Of the glorification of the commonplace Of the fawning over the inept Of the worship of the void |