Mice In Hell

Here there is no winged devil
no heart of sunlight
no dark caves of love,
in this stretch of sound
in this ballet of insanity,
here, there is no escape.
Through the many walls that change colors
and the pictures which change characters
whether it’s a man killing,
a man singing,
a man dying,
a man listening,
a woman with her tits out,
an orgasm disguised as a car,
whether they’re pictures of love or hate
they all hold the same emptiness,
the same blurry scream of the guitar,
the same nightmarish animals and figures.
Here there is no spring,
the daydreams only evaporate,
the pale flesh only sinks,
the brightest bits of sunshine are poisoned,
here there is no major key,
the minor keys play on a loop,
and me I follow in that same loop,
there’s no returning now, I’ve crossed the line, I’ve made eye contact with that which isn’t there, I’ve begun my waltz with infinity, I’ve let go of my grasp on reality, the voids ooze through the wall and my heart mimics the footsteps of death.
Glory beyond the highway, love beyond the atmosphere, once you’ve lost it, it fades, once it stops
it’s begun.