untitled 1/17/09

As a formadable fog of fear clears the bog

I neerly steer into a peir of molded logs

Folded flaps of dirt and earth flesh

Exert smells of hurt and burnt breath

Trees guide the breeze as it winds and weaves, stress

The pines breathe loud enough to urge me to leave

Yet I know they decieve, convex

Is the angle of the night as it strangles the light

I might fall to my death for the sake of my plight

I'm standing brazen while breaking from the source of the spike

Razing the bar until we all drowned in alcohol bubbles

And watered down guitar sounds, as my tele-vision doubles

Now I'm seeing two sets of towers rain thermite showers

While the chamber of cowards cower in dangerous hours

Flagrant flowers of fiction create the state-super power

Federal figment of my faulty internet browser

I need my router to re-route the clouds in the chords

I'm proudly endowed with the ability to absorb

Images of damage that cynics can't manage to witness

Hidden in pills that boast vanity and fitness

My mistress is finite, freedom looks vicious in hindsight

In sickness and friction I hold myself tight