ABSTRACT BABBLE

ABSTRACT BABBLE

Papercuts on life,

Just as the sharpened edge of a knife,

I still bleed… DAMMIT! I STILL BLEED!

This blood of mine I need,

The taste is sweet,

Yes! The taste indeed!

I am that’s a fact,

Caught in the act,

Mutilation,

Manipulation,

All the same to me,

Setting me free,

From all that’s numb,

Does anybody really see anyone?

LIAR, LIAR! Your fucking pants on fire,

As I watch them dangle from the telephone wire,

Transparencies of the human mind,

Oh, what a tangled web you’ll find,

Nightmares and dreams,

Not always the visions that they seem,

Now you see this darker side of me,

Remember? Don’t always believe what you see!

Your eyes burst,

Yet the pain doesn’t hurt,

You instead find pleasure,

Seeking such drastic measures,

Ha,ha,ha… I’m a madman,

Wa,wa,wa… I’m a sad man,

Oh hell, FUCK IT!

Your heads might as well be in a bucket,

Because you can’t see these truths, so self evident,

Yet they rain down on you so prevalent,

A subservient deviant am I for pointing them out,

Those dirty words just pass right through me and about,

Scattered amongst the mass of the old and youth alike,

Only take the pieces of truth and wisdom from this babble so trite.

-brad