by Matthew Sharp

(Units of Information)
Thoughts flow through vains made out of mirrors,
constantly changing the angles with hopes to make it clearer.
stuck within and confined,
vains burst in my eyes,
leaving me blind.

I only wish to see...
but all I see is me,
standing in front of my eyes,
absorbing lies...

stressed and not sure how much more I can take,
the hairs growing out of my skin feel like an earthquake,
each breath smiles me closer to none left..
until then: eat,shit,sleep,piss.


Author's Note: Basically just trying to touch base on what the influential effects of repetitive condition do to an apathetic observer falling into a finite oblivion, as opposed to infinite.

Posted on 12/31/2006
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