Soul Scratch

If you can follow this you're amazing.

You can't connect to this, there's no socket for you to jack yourself into
I've got wires coming out my fingertips looking to drag across your skin
If I can make you tingle maybe you'll stick around long enough to hate me
I'll give you my disease for a time, make you squirm and moan about some f*****g god
But neither of us believe in anything like that, we'll hold onto our rationality
A good way to justify everything we do in meaningful moments like these...
We're lost on some pulses of light.
It's all hieroglyphics now.

Wash over me, wring me out, I'm so wet I don't think I can ever be dry again
This brain isn't functioning at its full capacity, not that it ever does
Instead I'm waiting on the circus, a flicker at the edge of existence
There's a grinding in my ear as familiar as the feeling of waking up alone
This mind is a diesel engine rattling through an empty glass coke bottle
You hear the rhythm, you know the sound of your own thoughts, but...
These aren't your own thoughts anymore.
This is what it feels like.

Layer up and try to chase away the shakes, learn to be warm in the Arctic
Eyes of sleeping animals awoken personify the malice you have inside yourself
Wire my jaw shut and look right through the fibrous soul inside your being,
I'm going to write something meaningful tonight, you say, I say, he says, it speaks
If I hadn't given it this voice I don't know any other way it could communicate
I've made it a creature inside of me, I feed it scraps of my real life...
There is a a real life here, sometimes.
I forget I don't feel it.

Should there be a resolution to follow through on, some goal worth pursuing
It might take this time, he wishes, she hopes, they fear, push the envelope further
I'll be a king, you can play queen, we'll have an instant where the universe is ours
My hands are too dirty to hold anything pure though, so you should take the reins
I wasn't really driving anyway, more like pretending in front of a moving picture
Want to crawl into my lap?  It's too late for that now.  If I could change myself...
I think I've gone too far by now.
It has to be too far by now.

Author's Note

Unedited. And the captcha I had was 'orgy, ya?' (without space or punctuation.)

Reviews

[Ees]

This is like a cool guy's version of a young girl's fairy tale imaginings. If that makes any sense at all to you. It's like the other side in some ways.

Fave line: "This mind is a diesel engine rattling through an empty glass coke bottle"- amazing!!!

"Eyes of sleeping animals awoken personify the malice you have inside yourself"- odd sounding as I read this out loud to myself.

Fantastic poem! I really enjoyed reading this. Great job!

[Ees]

This is like a cool guy's version of a young girl's fairy tale imaginings. If that makes any sense at all to you. It's like the other side in some ways.

Fave line: "This mind is a diesel engine rattling through an empty glass coke bottle"- amazing!!!

"Eyes of sleeping animals awoken personify the malice you have inside yourself"- odd sounding as I read this out loud to myself.

Fantastic poem! I really enjoyed reading this. Great job!

[_mal]

I really love some of the lines here. Wish I knew what to say

[tekphobik]

If it makes you feel any better, *I* don't even know what to say about it.