Piece by piece
I fill the void
The wholeness, of which I fear
Knife by knife
I carve on the wall
The bricks, with which I built it
Sip by sip
I take the gulp
The ocean in which I drown in
Is there any more filth
That my greed can be with
Is there any pure dimension
That this brain can be in
Word by word
I fill this page
The joke of which I cry about
Hate by hate
I spread the words
The anger of which I joke about
Fear by fear
I frantically move
The feeling of which I rejoice about
Is there any more life
That my soul can be with
Is there any impure dimension
That this brain cannot be in
Step by step
I climb the ladder
The fall of which i rely upon
Song by song
I catch the tune
The rhythm of which I offbeat about
Day by day
I waste the week
The month of which I procrastinate
Are there any more years
Left to be calculated
Are there any more decades
Left to be manipulated
Happy Decadence '10
