beneath the remains
where i supposedly lay slain
am i insane?
it depends on how it rains
upon my window pane
or how the wind hits me
as it blows through my chimes
and my prism glass
both mirror
and reflect
on my past…
in my feelings…
introspect
neglect
how time was spent
how it is fleeting and just floats away
senses reeling lost in hope for a new day
how to recapture a feeling make a spark
touch a heart light a candle in the dark
angels hark demons whisper
the devil barks
out his orders
my opinions on that device?
it is both tracker and recorder…
oh you meant the case?
oh i thought…nvm…what a waste…
hive mind
sorta like slime
permeates and penetrates and pontificates
until you just assimilate
then you begin to hate
not fitting in
or missing out
on the latest trend
now you have over 3 thousand “friends”
n you doing it for the “gram”
sam i am
security account management
babylon be babbling
babylon bee buzzzing
putting their mark of the beast on man again
stop your fighting n your fussing
go along quietly
put this chip in you won’t
even know it’s working
it functions silently…
the invisible silent enemy
has over run my lines
robbed me of my vanities
and most of their spines
most just entranced by the sound
of my chimes
dazzled by my prism…
