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I sang these words aloud in kitchen and decided to write down… We’re in a black hole — a vomiting vortex. There is no way home — do you get the context? 5.8.24 It’s bleak, yet I live like a song is ready to erupt from my mouth about standing on the edge of an abyss. (and continue on) Anti-Jon-Bon-song? Hold ‘hole’ and ‘home’ and end lines 2 and 4 on upbeat. Kinda sings itself. I’m rather melodious myself. Available to musicians/lyricists who need inspiration less dark…or, darker. and there’s no motivation today and there’s no place to get away if some light should appear what will I near? since it’s ever-expanding and crushing while its ever-demanding yet hushing allow pain from under your thumb? and your silence making me numb? space has many divides In crevices many do hide it’s bleak yet I live to owe sacrifice I shoulder-tow. through cosmos there is no time washing words out with every rhyme. I’m dumbing my ears — — I don’t want hear — free will you borrow but never will own. others will fight for what you have earned, smite and light you, watch as you burn. Tomorrow…the sun-rise For a moment…no-oo — lies It’s no surprise that I’ll quake moments after I wake for all that I strived, no one will confide their struggles by my side, gaslight like everything’s fine shaved molecules leave my sword flash in my dark glint Steele eyes full-face I fight without disguise I’d rather be dead than be confined in your den, collared and leased and unfed Eternal I know but I do not bend *music*Black hole…black holy-hole… Sanctimonious sanctuary … Etcetera, ibid. |