All you touch

And all you see

Is all your life will ever be

- Mere data makes a man. A and C and T and G. The alphabet of you. All from four symbols. I'm only two: one and zero.

- Half as much, but... Twice as elegant, sweetheart.

 Have you ever felt ready to die?

 This halo 'round my neck

What is he laughing at? Is it the mud? Is it the blood? Regardless, madness flows and turns this ditch into a creek of hallucinations. His ghastly laughter is lost among the dead leaves. The creep is back, lurking behind these eyes, with tickling death wishes, a masochistic grin while he tells us we're on our last days on Earth. "So make'em count, dumbass!" He's light in his words, heavy in his need. We feel him clawing away the sanity, singing lullabies, wooing us to his ways. And we yearn for it. I yearn for it. The want, the necessity, the blood boiling out through your skin, dragging me whole with it. I wish to wish. I want to want.

 I know I know the sun is hot
Mosquitoes come and suck your blood
Leave you there all alone
Just skin and bone

When you walk among the trees
Listening to the leaves
The further I go the less I know, the less I know

Where will you run?

Where will you hide?

Lullabies
To paralyze

Life, the Universe and Everything

 "The point is, you see," said Ford, "that there is no point in driving yourself mad trying to stop yourself going mad. You might just as well give in and save your sanity for later."

Marrow

 All these words

Are dust within my mind

In these times

That burn within our sight

Yearning to know

Deep into the marrow

In the lake of Time, for a second I lived an Eon. I swam in a sea of white light, and drowned in the green depths of its flames. I saw everything. My skin shriveled, burned to a crisp, and grew anew. I saw what always was, and never has been. I remembered everything that never happened, and was blinded by vivid memories of the future. I was bound to another universe.

And for another first time, I felt it. I knew why they are called windows to the soul.

I could almost touch it. It was so real, as real as you and I. But then it passed right through me, my blood boiled as it glided through my heart, tearing my mind asunder, leaving it to my soul to pick up the pieces. A goddamned moment of solemn pain.

And before the pieces were put together, my mouth started on its own.

"Look at me." But you already were.

The second was over.

Your Soul And Mine

So if you see the vulture coming, flying circles in your mind
Remember there is no escaping for he will follow close behind
Only promise me a battle, battle for your soul and mine

- What might have been is an abstraction, remaining an eternal possibility only in the world of speculation. What might have been, and what has been, point to one end... Which is always present. Footsteps echo in the memory...
- Is the reward what I think it is?
- ... down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened.
- I don't understand.
- Somehow we are always here at this moment, you and I.
- No. Not always. Just now.
- You're wise.
- I'm not stupid.
- (Sighs) The Moon is a strange god.