this is deathconsciousness.

Twelve years of documented ennui. How miserably sad.

The door is open / Now I'm running away / Comfort waits where I will seek / How to free a light for weeks // Can you see me now? / I've fallen near the end / Can you see me now? / You hold the end // Succumb to shock and fear / To a damned climate drawing near / Extending shadows that grip your mind / To whisper its doubt like one of a kind / One of a kind // Culture in jeopardy / A line drawn and feathering / Cut and spread / Force-feed the false ego / As you philosophize an enemy // Hallucinations dissolve into the floor / There's no meaning anymore // I see / You are // Reading my mind back to me / It's clear you are here / Whilst sharing the same air / I can disappear.

Stumble inexorably / Into deafening litany / Are you asking me / Or telling me? / A mourning glory story / You were what you were always / And you are what you are, so step sideways / The world's noisy / Auditory // Your attic's spun / I’m not the one / On and on and on / Exhausted gums / Say less, I’m numb / It's on and on and on end.