Please Bleed

The silence betrays me! A broken soundtrack for a broken man.

I sit with my face placed keenly between my knees, pleading with the void for something more than this; for something more than me. I try hard to clothe my nakedness with noise, and as my heart beats below the six strings of this empty wooden box, they ring true with a knowledge beyond their comprehension: I am alone.

You sit in a lone chair with your pride wrapped tightly in your fist, and that knowing look of ignorance in your glazed eyes. If only you could realize what you’ve done, maybe their would be some kind of future, but no.
All around you the world crumbles and you smile ignorantly. And one by one the firing squad takes out those that you claim to love, but still your eyes are closed. The gun is in your hand.

This is the age of the artificial man, and you are the example of it’s fruit: a boy who stairs over the cliff at the vast oblivion not realizing that one more step would introduce him to his ultimate demise. You are no man at all; you’re just a scared little boy running from the dark.

You are fake! You are wrong! You are a coward! and I am your son.

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