THE MACHINE

We live in a machine...
A machine that will not feed unless it is fed
Defined by a system that is designed to make

Not Of This World.

Sell me not to billboard paste and white wash.
Call me not on cellphone waves or brilliant silver beams.
Lift

END OF DAYS

Locked inside,the boundaries of my room;

Outside of it's confinements, I fear doom.

The end of the world, I

IMPRISONED

The clatter of the chains that bind
My attitudes and fleeting mind
Resist my spirit's need to flee
And force the

Haunted by a long gone past, he struggles to be free.

Looking back, his mind goes black with forgotten memories.

He sees