To Erase a Lifetime - Textures

Here’s my only dream

While I breathe dopamine

My creature’s cunning

It walks the road between sense and amphetamine

Clearly an ominous presence

Seraphs belong only to the ones who wait

I can feel it combine me

Merging all of my instincts with the withering beast

We dance around in a ring and suppose

But the secret sits in the middle and knows

Skies are ashen, dim summer stench

Uncontrollable aesthetics relapse this twilight as dawn

Faster, suppressor, a silent storm approaching

Behold a black-chalked figurine — it speaks to me in tongues

I resist my dislocation

Automatic integration of forgotten flaws and imperfections

Amplification of this endlessness

These words form a knife of cold

And pierce the heart of the unloving echoes of departure

My will bends as a twig in the wind

Decipher unwritten laws of coded existence

I’m naked in the cold

Strangely amused by conformity

Caught with a strange desire

I’m both promise and lie

Build to receive

Conductor of hours

A clockwork

A grim device built to undo

Erase a lifetime

Creator of ends

Now death sets a thing significant

The eye had hurried by

Years become a second when thoughts collide with memories

The stitches stopped themselves

And then it was put among the dust

The center of self

Equation of life

The less you resist

The less you’ve erased

I fear the ghosts of all that would be

There is no closure

I heed the call of millions of others who fight the giant

One second alone has brought me thunder