The fractured light casts itself across the ceiling Thoughts: persecution deafening and demeaning I read Hamsun, then Wilde like pornography To shut out the screaming Addicted to nothing, emptiness my everything Emptiness my everything Pull the trigger – pull the trigger Feed addiction – feed me nothing Pull the trigger – pull the trigger You wanna call this insincere? I hear you loud and clear, you want an effigy to burn… Teeter on the edge of reason Calculating the size of a pea gargantuan Oh Kafka! Oh Kafka! Keep me busy So I won’t feel the gnawing – emptiness my everything Emptiness my everything Pull the trigger – pull the trigger Feed addiction – feed me nothing Pull the trigger to cut a figure Of a freakish photograph I hear you loud and clear: you want an effigy to burn… “Self-Satisfaction will be punished.” (F. Kafka) Shackles on humanity I wallow in the manufactured ecstasy of routine And all the tomes stacked under my bed Will haunt the hunger dreams that gnaw my sanity Devour words but never fill the void in side, oh oh Full of thoughts and starved of insight oh oh If you see the light, if you see the light It will only be parody Now that my eyes are truly open, To the state and its dastardly deeds Camus and De La Rochelle my fleeting respite Form the blinders of self loathing Emptiness my everything Here’s the trigger – here’s the trigger Feed the addiction – I want for nothing Here’s the trigger – here’s the trigger You want to call this insincere? I saw it plain and clear, you want an effigy to burn I volunteer myself, an effigy to burn Reality abhors a happy ending… © 2009 eveghost
