V/ SUGAR COMA.

SUGAR COMA.
sneak replica.

All that falls around us -
is nothing more than code.
Our Fathers aren't in heaven.
This Mothers overload.
Basement-bin neurosis.
I'll name that tune in three.
Sugar coma black-outs.
Electro-therapy.
Sister mental patient.
Brothers on remand.
My life on your foundations.
Built on sinking sand.
Diving out of windows.
I float, therefore I'm high.
We drift like nothing matters -
in a Sony widescreen sky.
Texting our frustrations.
Our voices never heard.
The frantic lacerations -
of every cutting word.
And you so pristine pretty.
Accidental passion spill.
The freshness of your beauty -
feeds this urge to kill.
Terminating senses.
Caressing certain fate.
Death has all the answers.
We text. We sit. We wait...

sneak replica.