Soliloquy

My mind is clean,tearing at the seams
Pictures in a magazine, my dreams are knots
I have lost the plot, my nerves are shot
All the things I have bought through greed
I concede, none of them I really did need
I hear that choir singing with desire
“Now all of my tears are on fire”

It is another episode I must now decode
I’m beginning to corrode, I am a breath
A prisoner to my death, I am a mystical being
On a bout of sightseeing, a reliant of my air
An unsaid prayer from the lips of a billionaire
I hear that choir singing with desire
“Now all of my tears are on fire”

I am a reverberation of a fucked up situation
Immune to retaliation, a tapestry of skin
A bowling pin waiting for a ball to spin
I am a string on a mandolin, a memory
A mass of energy in the 21st century
I hear the choir singing with desire
“Now all of my tears are on fire”

I am a joker, a chip in a game of poker
The meaning of medicore, an intelligent loner
A walking organ donor, a combatant of ascension
A thought out invention from another dimension
I am an extension of a golden bull
I’m just thankful that no one is near
For their ears to hear what I think of me