snowgoon25
ubw newbie
Joined: Mar 23, 2008
Location: Manchester
Posts: 9
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| Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 5:26 pm |
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This is just something I came up with a couple of nights ago, see what you think...
There was a wooden figurine in a grainy picture
A plasma flicker on a mountainside
And on a different cliff there were men with telescopes
They saw the flicker but they couldn't hear the cries
With electric vines we pierce our veins
Shut our eyes and feel the chemical flow
Let our urges build and burst into flames
And torch this palace, scar our faces, break our bones
The wooden figurine has seen all that has happened
But like a prisoner it is sealed and taped
And like a gunshot it is drowned out by the euphoria
Of being plugged into space, into painful escape
There are predators out on the mountainside
But I can't stop poisoning myself
Scavengers snapping out of a blood-thirst frenzy
And the consequence of submission in the absence of help |
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