Mayday, Mayday
In response to cloudy vision caused by countless little floaters,Men and women act to bleach away their retinal disorders.Mass games without sanity. A march of depravity.Banners flown in vanity. A mayhem of figures and salary. Just following orders.
Adam’s apple at the end of a knife. Somebody take my life. Ignorance, an apple ripe. Saints and sinners lacking in might.
An innocent detractor of this putrid secularism vile,Stands at the end of rationalism having traveled it for miles.
Though we pray for all the countless victims on the other side of the TV screen,We shake our heads at those who delay trains by jumping in despairLike a sigh, ill-will fills the air, itself unaware.The city smells like a deep fryer at any of the fast food giants.
A moment of silence. “Good God, doesn’t your mouth get tired?”Or so my self-consciousness shouts at the mirror. Stop struggling for an answer.On the beaten path of asphalt beneath, the anatomy of existence in its purity.I’d have no qualms about dying here.
Sister, some compassion for those forced to travel.What does it mean to be immoral? Good is the mother of evil.“That whore” held in embrace shortly after abuse verbal.The 21st century marks the beginning of mankind’s rebellion.Values, morals, and beauty all walking the plank on the galleon.Sharpened well is the sword of insurrection.A hymn stained through with dejection.Is there anyone who hasn’t forgotten?Used copies of Heidegger’s books cost but a Washington.
Skyscrapers with names empty. The irony.From materialism blood heaves. How sensitive.Destiny aflame. A culture with no shame.And as thanks, the fat lady sings then passes away.Nirvana will come someday.I weep for the foregone conclusions they claim.“Mayday! Mayday!”So cries a naive love as it sobs like a child in the crawl space.
Graduate from a good school. Find a stable job in a cube.Settle down with a former classmate and buy a house in a suburb.Two children, a boy and a girl. My nuclear family lives happily ever after.Work myself numb for what the average slob earns. But afterwords I can breathe a sigh of relief.I’ve given up on so many things. My face contorts, it’s so humiliating.But thanks to that, at least I can say I might finally afford one of the newer apartments in the city.For a moment the light shined on me. I’ve never been so hard on my body.Almost didn't surface from this sea.
Both ambition and vanity tear friendships apart.Sick and tired of gossiping, cursing, and ridiculing.Critical of myself and empty within. Peer pressure, the bottom of the social positions.Housing. Deposits. Savings.I realized I was just a pet dog tied to a post in the backyard.But I wouldn’t dare betray the smile of the woman who got me this far.────The above was only a fantasy,Fashioned from the dreams of a man as he leapt in front of the train.
Skyscrapers with names empty. The irony.From materialism blood heaves. How sensitive.Destiny aflame. A culture with no shame.And as thanks, the fat lady sings then passes away.Nirvana will come someday.I weep for the foregone conclusions they claim.“Mayday! Mayday!”So cries a naive love as it sobs like a child in the crawl space.
Am I meant to cut away the fat? Sacrifice for another stack?Put my neck under society’s ax? Maybe evil’s the real universal fact.In this busted modern era of ours,If you can still convince yourself that you’re fine, then you’re either someone great or daft.If your hateful outbursts are just an attempt to show off,Then shut that filthy sewer drain you like to call your mouth.Is this an era devoid of love? Though I struggle to think it so,The only kind of love I ever see is about as pure as muddy snow.
For as much as I love humans, I hate them even more.For every person I want to kill, there’s another who I care for.The time I resented the world is over,Though I still plan to return the favor.And when the time comes I plan to fight for my harbor.Whether I win or lose. Whether I rank high or low.That was never the point. Neither were prizes nor medals.I’m fighting for the right to live more.Don’t let them distract you.Don’t let them silence you. Please, just come out of it all with your life.
Skyscrapers with names empty. The irony.From materialism blood heaves. How sensitive.Destiny aflame. A culture with no shame.And as thanks, the fat lady sings then passes away.Nirvana will come someday.I weep for the foregone conclusions they claim.“Mayday! Mayday!”So cries a naive love as it sobs like a child in the crawl space.
“Mayday! Mayday!”So cries a naive love as it sobs like a child in the crawl space.
“Mayday! Mayday!”So cries a naive love as it sobs like a child in the crawl space.