Brand New Schtuff...
ColumbusDecanter
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Corridor
Think back to the last time I wandered these halls…
Not so far, but also not what I wanted at all…
Freedom, chance, and punishable behavior…
And every hidden thought and secret copied down in chalk…
Rooms and halls drowning in the water…
Surging with another renaissance…
Filling to the brim…
Erasing every rule and breathing life into these rooms…
Repeating sidesteps one and two…
And dancing with my doom…
Swimming in sweet solitaire…
In love with my cocoon…
Legend down through generations…
Until the past resumes…
Wasted time, discarded nature…
The second feature… The second time I lost the words…
The search…
The search in every world and every universe…
Another fermented opinion to trust, to be ensured…
Another house to fit in, and another position that I’d never quite deserve…
Another cause…
Another reason to search…
Wander down the prism’d path…
Polygons on every side…
Cornered cuts in every direction…
So unaccounted for…
So ignored…
While a deadly accurate preconception is hidden within…
I wrote my name on the walls…
I withered inside at the sight…
I loved the journey only because I never finished…
I loved the prize for which I fought…
And for which I fight…
But there is nothing like a finish…
Nothing to compare…
To the relation of the stars to the sensation of liberation…
There are no doors…
There are no entrances or exits or escapes…
There is only here and now…
...And there are walls…
Think back to the last time I wandered these halls…
Not so far, but also not what I wanted at all…
Freedom, chance, and punishable behavior…
And every hidden thought and secret copied down in chalk…
Rooms and halls drowning in the water…
Surging with another renaissance…
Filling to the brim…
Erasing every rule and breathing life into these rooms…
Repeating sidesteps one and two…
And dancing with my doom…
Swimming in sweet solitaire…
In love with my cocoon…
Legend down through generations…
Until the past resumes…
Wasted time, discarded nature…
The second feature… The second time I lost the words…
The search…
The search in every world and every universe…
Another fermented opinion to trust, to be ensured…
Another house to fit in, and another position that I’d never quite deserve…
Another cause…
Another reason to search…
Wander down the prism’d path…
Polygons on every side…
Cornered cuts in every direction…
So unaccounted for…
So ignored…
While a deadly accurate preconception is hidden within…
I wrote my name on the walls…
I withered inside at the sight…
I loved the journey only because I never finished…
I loved the prize for which I fought…
And for which I fight…
But there is nothing like a finish…
Nothing to compare…
To the relation of the stars to the sensation of liberation…
There are no doors…
There are no entrances or exits or escapes…
There is only here and now…
...And there are walls…
Bleeting and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream... Wave upon wave of demented avengance march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
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Reminded me of Hellraiser for some reason.
Is that kinda like hot sticky sweet?
That reminded me of def leppard for some reason...
Guys, please don't talk about being hot, sticky and sweet!
Or I may have to eat you!