i know i feel. how much?
more than might be thought.
epicentrifugal
force
my fears slaughter my soul,
in their attempt to generate
mere moments of stability,
only leaves me quaking more.
through absolute zero numbness
and desperation
of searching this expanse
i manage to survive
teetering on this tightrope
trying to complete my emptiness
each day coming closer
and being left farther behind
a futile redundancy i practice
only in the belief
that even futility is limited
and one day i’ll be realized.
“i got my head, but my head is unraveling
can’t keep control, can’t keep track of where it’s traveling
i got my heart, but my heart is no good
and you’re the only one that’s understood”
-nine inch nails, “the perfect drug”
“and every little thing the reflex does
leaves the answer with a question mark…”
-duran duran, “the reflex”
- 4/6/98