Beached Children III

Advantage conformity

Forget your own humanity

Individuality is a false idolatry 

Lethargy is our new empathy
Welcome to society

Allowing the violence

Of empathy to define me

Breathing in the toxically clean air

Beyond all my life's prayer savings

Board haunted up mansion like dreams

Of lands beyond waking memory

Beyond this life chanting voices

Past our repetitive cursed lines

Of our unrealistic fairness

Only defiled by this:

Our ongoing dream

A lie of violence

On karma

and...
Oxygen

The beauty of breathing

Muddled breath of dying life

Can't possibly be our definition of happiness

Our impurity: this idolatry of torture

Is the a coffin of remorse

We don't even feel

While surviving

Or so we call it

Advantage conformity

Addiction scares away the memory

Communion's wine masks our lethargy

We're stained with empathy for a regurgitated Amen

A stable doubt murdered out guilt that would awaken shame

As G-d she remains lethargic so we too are silent

Watching karma attempt to carve children

From our ashen black road to hell stone

Out of the sea endless tomb shores

Where she lost all her friends

Kids who sank like rocks

In an ocean of pretend

Make believe hope

It's a sea of...

Her sadness

Maybe G-d is a fixation

A voice derelict in my head

My inconsistent sleeping imaginary hope .

An L.S.D misinterpreted dream

Silent amidst their torture

Because it's so unreal

A thread of waking

Splintered and buried

Amidst the poison of hibernation

Our willingly dismissed reality

Empathy is a curse

To which we won't...

Willingly wake up