Showing posts with label 1997-05. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1997-05. Show all posts

Friday, March 28, 2008

THE JOURNEY FROM START TO FINISH, THROUGH FACT AND UNNERVING FANTASIES

(24.05.97)

Part 1
BLISS

Sitting on the carpet
Staring blankly at the television
Music in the background,
Simply chilling out
With a bottle of red wine
And half an ounce;
Comfortably numb
Surrounded by images
Of past and present,
Contemplating the future
Highly philosophical;
Yet a sense of danger
Paranoia possibly,
But deep down...
A feeling.


Part 2
FEAR

A deafening sound
A flash of light,
The feeling of metal
Piercing the skin
Smashing the bone;
Definitely a mistake
Buying that white carpet,
Though now you couldn't tell
Now it was red
With a splattering of grey matter
Lumps of shattered skull;
But still the shots were fired
Heard only by the gunman,
Then all was silent ...
As the executioner exited.


Part 3
DISTORTION

Sensation of floating
Looking down
Upon my body,
But no feeling of loss
Simply an empty shell
Disposed of;
Although in a manner
That could not be understood
By those left,
Left to pick up the pieces
To redesign their lives;
For they'll never
Know the reason
The reason...
For the destruction.


Part 4
INERT

Drifting away
Like a particle of dust
On a gentle breeze,
Watching the world
As life goes on.
Elsewhere,
One can see other lifeforms
Being swept away
By the unending tide;
Everything becomes hazy,
Is this it?
The beginning of endless nothingness
Or
The end of meaningless bollocks?
Well ... it's over now.

Friday, March 07, 2008

REMINDER

(27.05.97)

He didn't do
What was asked of him,
So he was punished;

Next time
He'll remember to do it,
Or suffer again;

A simple task
For a complete simpleton,
Yet still too complex;

One day,
He won't survive
The intense beating;

And will be left behind
All the others,
In a pile of his own shit.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

SWAMP

(13.05.97)

The ground was not solid
The sky was not there,
So where was I?

My last memory
Was of walking,
But now
It felt
Like I was in suspended animation.

Difficult to breathe,
Slowly suffocating;
A nauseating aroma
Fills my nostrils
As I slowly float
Within inches
Of a decomposing corpse.

I begin
To understand;
I'm in a swamp,
Never to live again;
I'm in a fucking swamp!