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