Flirting With Madness

Flirting With Madness Who is Kevin Pearce? Did he go deep undercover? What is he, some sort of rogue? Is he abusing sedatives again? Is he the hunter or the hunted? Is his heart breaking on the instalment plan? What kind of debauchery is this? Are we supposed to believe him when he has so many secrets? The mind shivers at the thought Too late for mistakes Too early for the song and dance His soul stabilized by death threats in dreamland The telephone will be today’s chosen weapon Paranoid cults, drugs in the food Roaming scared in dangerous foreign lands Coded blasphemy for a noisy world Some days my brain is on fire The executioner is off today Give him a break He has the same sickness as the rest of us Give him your last words Wrap up your entire life in a sentence Keep visiting that gravesite until the guilt becomes manageable Useless memory bringing up a past I can’t quite handle right now Keep that cyanide tab in your shoe Some people can’t stomach the violence Their ignorance is what keeps them alive Put your fast food flag away for another day Burn your favourite book, consume the ashes I wonder, how much of your hatred is self-taught? Ancient sorrows dragged through the mud How much chaos can you handle? The greatest danger was believing your lies Although your nightmares showed great promise It seems nobody knows what an innocent world looks like It’s the slaves that make the best dancers…