Filler Material

enter me now,

take me where you will,

let your voice ring out

above the roaring ocean waves,

touch me as no other ever has,

feel the fury screaming out

through red soaked skies,

see the confusion rising from the echoes

of a thousand ghastly cries,

these moments of deliberate denial,

created within the fantasies

of a hundred secret spies;

inside we are all killers,

we are all guilty,

we are all nothing

hiding among the innocent,

where none may be found;

who then among us,

speaks these forgotten words,

where friends of passion

lash out in indescribable pleasure;

death does not discriminate,

there-in lies its perfection,

it chooses well,

knowing neither friend nor foe,

without pride or joy,

without sorrow or emotion;

final and complete;

they got us right where they want us,

dangling by the balls,

anyway you spin the wheel,

no matter how you look at it,

in the end,

they always win;

you and I my friend,

are just filler material;

we have been here before,

yet still, down the road we go,

helpless,

unable to stop,

even if we wanted to,

exposing the soft white flesh

one more time,

letting it all hang in the balance.

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