Freedom in Death

Written by: Justin Debrosse

There's freedom in blankets of void
Petulant perception provides but a wash cycle
I'm driven from miles high to sink back among
Notorious ransacking nothingness

I hear the lips clapping
Smacking on ill digested words
The movement and oasis
Triggering fog mirror chase

The grand rent payment in the sky
Where life is as dull as television programming
A nauseating mess of mistaken identity
Trading for each other's improvement

When does it end by barrels of day
When thinly gripped outstretched pointlessness
Careers from the balcony of hope
And lands plummeting in apparent falseness