The Ever-Slowing Breakdown
I cannot see through the frosted eyes
Your transparent art house whores
Buried deep in a grave
Meant for another year
The last century calls, you answer
You hang up the receiver
Conspiring against the light
No compromise for those left
Dead leaves scattered
Like ashes on your mantle
The perfect place to start the fire
Meet at the bone mill junction
Perfect timing is the way forward
To our indecision
Desolate highways landscapes
The ever slowing breakdown of reality
Unfinished roads
Line the way to nowhere
Genetic information pools
Like water
From a broken main
See past these rogue clouds
Obscuring your sight
Lie back
As the future unfolds
Your transparent art house whores
Buried deep in a grave
Meant for another year
The last century calls, you answer
You hang up the receiver
Conspiring against the light
No compromise for those left
Dead leaves scattered
Like ashes on your mantle
The perfect place to start the fire
Meet at the bone mill junction
Perfect timing is the way forward
To our indecision
Desolate highways landscapes
The ever slowing breakdown of reality
Unfinished roads
Line the way to nowhere
Genetic information pools
Like water
From a broken main
See past these rogue clouds
Obscuring your sight
Lie back
As the future unfolds
© Jim Steel 2010