Tunes in my head: Echoes by Pink Floyd
Atmosphere: Nihilistic.
torn to shreds
i'm ideallic in my own construction
perfect in so many ways
i look into the windshield at it
it's what all the voices scream
and when my failings turn out to be
my own deepest fears
it's not as if i'm naked out
just destroyed, detach
i'm not so sure why it's
garden yellow pavement cracked
never happened in fourty six streets
that's what the words whisper
fingernail imbedded inside solidity
and crimson trickles
kimono style pulling back pseudo
emotional years bursting tides
the past flickers in my eyes
and it's fleetingly
beautifully agonisingly joyfully nihil
the beauty is the beast that wounds
river ocean undertow breaks
collapse the light
what will break is only sticks
will any of this turn my way
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