| : 7 . 12 : so here i am ... sitting in this shallow room ... stale carpet ... lonely table ... neglected dresser ... gideon bible ... sleeping phone ... stained walls ... dead air ... blinking clock ... alone, unsure, composed ... trying to find the write path in the labyrinth to free my aching mind ... but all eye see is rage ... when the tv is bleeding ... a thick river of popstars ... selling our souls ... anchors & chains ... rust & spittle hate, disgust bones, cerebrum - swollen & brittle fighting for righteousness ... pious & just exhaustion is the fuel approaching the warm winter tomorrow is the day pray prey - cowardly devils hope is a book - in the holocaust flame |