Rough Medley (The Torments)

I have been there too
When the sugary streams
Become slunken fields of thorn.
Poison after-tasted in the thought,
The horrible thought that things must end,
That things must be brought down.

'Tis a delusion of the neurons, I'm told...

But these necessary trials of waterfalling fierce incapacities,
Everything wrong and getting worse,
Though I drown in the softness of lips,
I'm still standing guard at those little points of sharpness.

We can still make something of this shape and fleshes...

I'm still there,
And I'll never really go anywhere Else.


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How much more can these electronics and sugars push?
Can it be so good every minute?
Get both me and you through?

There's a loss of grasp at some point,
But that's okay.


Did I walk home too soon on all those twisted nights?

There's a belief we lost in the presence of others.
So kill the joy in touching the edges,
And there are only images left in darkness.


It was a long car ride to the lake in the mountains...


But I learned to control the organs,
To forge a Perfection through the Eternities,
Even through all the breaks and sleeps.


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That curling little tickle of poison pain...

Oh the torment,

"I should have used more time
 And used time differently
 To better shape my shape"

And those limitations are now apparent.
Too bad we were only born in the 20th century.


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And that morning chill of real is severing metallic,
But it must be faced.

And with the securing of words,
Made nothing and harmless.