Another morning. Eyes burning. In shock of what they are witnessing. Another morning. Within another lifetime. The differences are repeating themselves. A transition within a self-limiting existence. No threshold. Only a stranglehold of the consciousness. Back breaking endeavor. Split spine. The soul’s wasted time. A deliberation of persistence. Another aggression on repeat. Repeating itself. There is a distinction within the hue. Neither you nor I, knew it at the time. There is no such control, when it comes to the unknowable; other than the type of control one will allow to be bestowed upon them. Do you really think there is another type of control? No, there exists no such thing. It was all a scam. Life. Liberty. The pursuit of nothingness. I already thought you knew all of this by now, or at least you began to figure this out. I guess not.
Tag: thoughts
From Behind Your Eyes
It can only be tolerated for so long
That piercing feeling
That feeling you get in the back of your neck
It feels as though someone drove a flathead screwdriver into your occipital cavity
It is deep inside
You can feel the screwdriver moving around behind your eyes
It is trying to unscrew your mind from behind your eyes
It will not work
Your brain seems to be welded into your cranium
I have a blowtorch if you would like to borrow it
Life has a way of Mangling your Thoughts
Empty promises, are not as empty as we sometimes think them to be. Our empty and broken promises, are filled with the lies and the deceits of our wreaked pasts, and sometimes our earnestly diseased futures. It becomes an easy habit to maintain, this giving away of empty promises and empty actions towards life. It can sometimes become a commodity with monetary value. There is a reward for handing out empty promises; this is probably the reasoning as to why it has become so easy to do so. It is not difficult at all, as the others ears are awaiting the golden words of deceit and fruitfulness; waiting to eat of the diseased words to fulfill their hearty appetites. The one chance you had to get away from it all, the chance was blatantly ignored without hesitation; thinking it would not be as bad as they said it would be. Well, how do you feel knowing the reality of where you are now, and what you have become because of it? Life has a way of mangling your thoughts, and your inside up to the point of becoming unrecognizable. Most of the time when this happens, you will be able to hear the bones within your chest cracking, then snapping in two. This is not an easy bone to swallow now; is it? Most bones usually are not, as you will have to properly snap them in half, in order to suck the marrow out.
G.G. Kalfas 