Archive for September, 2015

So It Goes

01 Sep

Dedicated to Max, “And so it goes…”

I read “Slaughterhouse Five” in college
I didn’t understand it’s hidden knowledge

Looking back on my life I see
Much of it is shrouded from me

I jump from here to here
Slipping, silently, from year to year

There and back again
Feeling every pleasure and every pain

A prisoner of my own brain
My memories fodder for my soul to drain

Like a suicidal soul vampire
I am my own self-immolation pyre

Alone inside of me
I just cannot let it be

In my selfish sadism
I built my own prison

With halls of horror
Tools of mental torture

Caught in the infinite sadness
Taught to the soul by the eternal madness

Like the garden viper
Who spoke with a whisper

That boomed like a couple 155 Mike-Mike shells
Rigged with ball-bearings and a cel-phone trigger to blow you to hell

I read “Slaughterhouse Five” in college
I didn’t understand it’s hidden knowledge


01 Sep

Visual hallucinations
Reduced emotional expression

An inability to recognize what’s real
That’s the actual deal

Episodes of schizophrenia
Followed by periods of dysphoria

Throw in Dissociative Disorder
It sounds like a team who’ll lose in the first quarter

To some, truth is stranger than fiction
To others, sanity is just a minor restriction

Guys like me and Mad Murdock
Never paid much attention to clocks

Every mission
Needs a nut, free of apprehensions

Or a decoy
Good job for crazy white boys

Yes, I’m a crazy motherfucker
But, I don’t care about that, sir

Some folks blame self-medication
Others say it’s all of the infernal meditation

I’m just going to turn up this musical inspiration
I’m still confident that risk isn’t an auditory hallucination