BionicFaery

Warm, fuzzy, canned happiness. Watch your mentality hit the floor. A slow, freeze-framed flickered bliss. I could wish for nothing more. Feels like flying, feels so fine. As it trickles down your spine. Everything I want is mine. Though something senses a decline. Now your happiness is ending. Mental damage is impending. Reality seems to disintegrate. Try to stop, but it's too late. You're crashing, burning. Flaming death. Your mind is blurring, Short of breath. Everything's melting, Everyone's gone. Brain is swelling, The night seems long. It's these thoughts you try to keep, And slowly spiral into sleep. The universe i

Eyes pried open on the rust crusted white house. Intelligence blasted back to primape. Cilivilized chaos screams bloody across this acid washed country. Bleach stains in our pride for the suppressive freedom. Tainted flags billowing in polluted atmosheric gases. The steel harmonic tune of shovels striking the proud liberated dirt. America, rotten. The smells of gas-powered heavy machinery. No emotion. No soul. Lifeless. Cold. Still. Incomplete. God in a fairytale book. Jesus on a magazine. Negativity. The black scum stain on that bold red white and blue. The darkest of the Crayola 250-color box. Post apocolyptic nightmare.

The music swells inside an ego of styrofoam. Encased in bubble-wrap. A plastic explosive bubble, In a sea of nitroglycerine. Substantial life glowing green with defect. Even drones can still hear it. Hear it. The fall of a mechanical empire. A systematic downrise. Crash. The perfect reboot, inverted. Battery operated emotion. Pay-to-play pleasure. True love for $10 an hour. Boom. Boom. Boom. Error. Heavy crackle of thunder echoes over a landscape architecture of the world that once used to be. Homicide. Genocide. Biocide. Suicide. Lies like trapped in box like digression. Submission. The dark abyss of the real world. Mega