Always Locked

by Drew Gold   Apr 10, 2006


I don't know what i want to do with my life, Do You?!
We're all just spiralling, conspiring against death or maybe
just a shadow or an antcrawling in the coolness while the mold
breaks down matter into itself. That's what I'll do; live my life as the hardenet crust, festered, with the ants struggling to salvage-
for themselves
or someone else
we'll always wonder

why He wore that mask when it wasn't even halloween and no one
really seemed that dead; I guess being forgotten would be
the same - And Oh! Oh! - I still don't know where I'm supposed
to go to waste my hours for dollars that won't amount to much
hanging above our graves, like signs mocking slaves. I drew
a picture of real life and shattered someones glass-eye
because they were afraid to feel-

and I couldn't see why
they'd expect me to slave through the expansive emptiness
of clocks working overtime, like fans on a hot day, and our hands
always moving, sputtering through buttered popcorn on the end
of a ten-foot pole, where a king sits on the opposite side
churning his stomach, as it turns with anticipation and he lights it
with a flame and sends it shining overhead.

The bums slither in their grease-stains across these stone walls,
and the wall's only job is to stand up, so I don't have to
put any effort in, without reward or even bait - What? - is that crawling, ant-like towards the far corner, in a room with no windows, unlocked doors or even light-
switches to find yourself with.

----"Get the Flashlight, we'll find what it is that slouches like
------nsanity across the peripheral of my vision, in tiny black holes
------of reality caught in this net of flesh between vein and muscle
------by bone."
----"YOU'RE insane!" she jests
------then dies, fading into the mist
------of the street, as i close the door
-------still locked, even now...

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  • 18 years ago

    by Wip lost the Rhythm

    We're all just spiralling, conspiring against death

    That line is soo b-e-a-utiful
    reading just that line makes me want to twirl my head in a circle( thats a good thing)

    still don't know where I'm supposed
    to go to waste my hours for dollars that won't amount to much

    I love this line because i can relate sooo much. slaving away at doing something and then the reward is never payed. this could be for a job or something more then that.

    I drew
    a picture of real life and shattered someones glass-eye
    because they were afraid to feel-

    This confuses me some... i don't know what your trying to say even though i love the way this sounds.

    the wall's only job is to stand up, so I don't have to
    put any effort in, without reward or even bait -

    Lifes not fair sometimes. The wall has it easy. It was born to do something simple. and we are born to do something so ... complex.

    i can't really think of anything you need to change. It's solid all around there is just that one line that i was confused about . but that is just me. :)