Sometimes the sun beats down on us, there seems to be no relief and even the nights are barely a reprieve. All of us practice some form of escapism, a cool place in the shade where we can rest our heads, get away from the constant glare of the sun. But sometimes it isn't that easy and our own minds can become a prison, a labyrinth difficult to climb out of, even with our eyes set on the distant mountains...
Rise of Mercury
I have chosen this isolation
This moon-capped summit and icy peak
Surrounded by surreal and ominous silence
So sinister yet so serene
Looking out at what the light touches
But knowing that kingdoms are only for kings
A view skewed by inequitable madness
Filling the cracks between my skull and the sunbeams
On this misplaced misanthropic mission
Just wasting breath and counting days
Trying to fix my way out of depression
But these idle hands won't build a thing
These tilted buildings come together
Escher like and twisting down
Stairs stretch on to forever
Caught in this house of leaves so natural
A clockwork god of madness ticking
Time bomb of electric heat
Bodies of billions powering comfort
Summer setting off the rise of Mercury
I have dotted every aye in my own eulogy
The weight of the anxious world such an ungodly thing
Each thickening phobia, each life wasted in this hate
Toiling for a sick machine, bent beneath the State
Looking out at the same horizons
Maybe I've already peaked
These skeletons full of surprises
Past versions and plastic disguises
How these bones and lungs ache for your touch
To remember your voice is still too much
I was made in a broken mold
Already stained cut from the cloth
A dreadful moment of clarity
Knowing I was not worthy of this love
Set my sights on the mountain peaks
Escape my only option
I have lost my way by my own will
Delving dungeons of my own design
A loneliness I cannot quell
Thoughts morbid yet so sublime
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