Untitled Creation

Through the smoke I see the trees No one left for us to please (A perfect world where no one dies, Go to heaven with your lies:1.8)

(Tantric march into the sea Being hunted to extinction: 1.9) This human bond of frail mortality A tarnished ground of true conviction A teardrop falls behind closed walls There's so much more of life to see The closing of the door The mind and so much more A broken moment to believe

Wasted and confused I walk around with a shortened fuse A fire burns inside my head Is this living or am I dead?

A living giving cadaver so weak A sacred path where do we fall Desired anguish fear of life Makes martyrs of us all Delusioned prayers fill the air A hopeful soul is hard to see (Human cruelty frozen in time: 0.1) A world so hard to feed

And we're never going back, never anything at all, in a feedback loop in a negative correlation, color photo art print situationist art photography

In my dreams I see the end A perfect circle never bends (As time and hope erode our fears: 0.8) I close my eyes for one last tear

paranoid dot matrix xray (demuth: 1.999)