Dreamless Passenger Seat Pulling into the drive-thruStomach fullWorld sits stillBut my skies are blue...Cannot embrace the mental pictureTilted head back as the wheels stay calmDrift away and gently dreamCold vinyl where my dreams should beNext to me in clear blissThis timeless life... It's all that I can seeTurn 'round to the windowServer smilesShe says,"Seems clouds are comin' our way"Can't comprehend this dispositionTilt back and watch blue feed grayShe can't contain her tearsCold vinyl... Where the dreams should beNext to me in clear blissThis timeless life is all that we can see(I won't believe)TimelessTimelessTimele
Still Failure The confessor stands before the court in unmoving hopelessness. Before the tribunal... his peers- he drops to his knees. His pathetic recitation... His confession. He so arduously admits his every fault. Unable to stare into the eyes of judgement. Cold sweat patters on the wooden floor as he speaks. The sun beams through the decrepit windows. Freedom casts his dark shadow on the walls. The barrier of which his words echo from. His tears are his only locution of feeling as his face remains halted. Through all of this suffering he embraces a short catharsis. The jury confers. Eternity passes. At last the chancellor speaks...
Hypothermia HypothermiaMy legs go ruthlessly numbSenses fade away