Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Happy Decadence

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