This is life at 175 decibels
my ear drums quake
as I wobble
around ex-patriots
of every sub culture
addicted to the bass
a thirst for that taste
of truth
fornicating our own fiction
post apocalyptic beauty
in a tiny death
draw a deep breath
life is excess
and explosive
been up against
the ropes so long
I start to own it
and the dark souls
swirl in an orgy
of chaos
individual
to the optics
your mind
is the last thing
you find
whats lasting
is the chemical bonds
between rough ripples
we dance hard
with hardly a purpose
and on the surface
all things seem clear
we hide our fear
with shields of smiles
melt with me
reform in the morning
their is no warning
or way
all their is , is today
make monuments
out of the sand
and leave the rest
to burn