The World Is My Oyster, And It Tastes Like Shit.

Fingers in my eyes, the blind leading the blind.
Dragging myself to the brink of a black hole.
Hand over mouth, speak no evil, speak nothing at all.
The streets are filled with... no, say nothing at all.
Yet they are happy.
Little multiples of the one viral cell.
Coupled up like links in a fence.
(Asking nothing)
I can't help but question the direction I'm heading.
Cut away my body from all sense.

There is an abstraction.
There is an image.
There is nothing I want more than for this all to finish.
Feeding myself distractions.
Hiding from the sky that's falling.
I think I can catch it all. I know I could catch it all.

Rebuild it into a stairway to heaven.
And arrive at the gates as a trojan horse.

Someone's levelled the buildings for miles.
Someone's opened up the horizon, it's too horrible to take in.
Someone's given me freedom, and now my body's caving.
The question I'm always asking:

How can I love someone else
When I can't even love myself?

I will take and take and bleed you dry
And all you will do is love me. I'm so sorry.

A Liferaft Built Of Bricks.

You'll never reach your own ocean going this way, and I will show no pity,
You're being buried alive, immersed in a concrete grave shaped like a city.
And the town has tamed your tiger, and its tale's been heard before.
Repetition has blunted the bite and claws, and no-one's listening anymore.

Smothered in bright colours, seeing stars in your short sighted eyes,
Comfortable in the superficial, sleeping heavily on thin ice.
Caught up in patterns, ever changing stripes and spots and this year's way to escape the truth.
Sailing on together, trying to believe the waves will favour youth.

Each other's shipmate. Each other's life-saver. There's rot, under the water level. There's a hole in the hull and you're sinking, you're sinking.