The Wake up
Frankenstein complex
No boundaries no chains, I’m an escape artist a man unstrapped by time. And still the consumption eats the very soul of my imaginary mind.
It´s in the middle of the night and I keep my blinkers shut blind, there’s no time for wonders nor do my soul wish to wander, in an empty cell in the corner of an dusty department store I sat down and dried the clothes of embarrassment that was hanging wide on the very edge of my unsettling mind.
Do I wish to shrink in the very disturbing settings of unease; no I said to myself and started to get high on the assumption that I would bring what was left into life.
I was the creator and the creation, the inventor of fictional life, the breeder of hollow lies. The burden of Frankenstein monster was erupting from my coral spine.
In a setting of destruction and corruption, I started to catch the meaning of blinking with an eye, I was out from the heavy cloud covers and at the same time my soul took a leap and reached for the sky.
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