Undesired

It is near impossible to move in here and getting hard to breathe sitting on a stairwell when an Angel looks down to me, asking; "Sir, are you okay? Are you alright today, sir?" "Well, not this time, baby, if you're here to save me just don't. its not worth a oceans want for a drop from the sky" And then she asks all those questions that turn gold to brass to rust. And her halo becomes florescent and the dam is about to burst, let loose a caged river to wash chalk from slate to shore, to strip writing from walls and let ink seep into floorboards, to let the walls swell and blister, peel off the regretted coat of paint and this mess will clean or bodies when we'd only had deserts to wade in she can turn blind eyes, deaf ears no word or kiss or touch and that is fine, for the moment. I'll be beginning in the night, playing in the puddles in the parking lots pretend they are lakes of a concrete nation be so in love I could drown in the idea forget to worry about tomorrow that night I would take the time.By-Zuk ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------... where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one's taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person's love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term "generosity of spirit" applied to nothing, was a cliché, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issure. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. DESIRE - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil it its only permanence. God is not alive. Love Cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in... this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged...--------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------Character: -Patrick Bateman- Book: -American Phycho- Chapter: -End of the 1980's- By: - Bret Easton Ellis - ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------Undesired is the name of the band. It is my own original material that I want to share with as many people as i can. I would like to hear any feedback from you and know what your personal views on the music. Please leave a comment or send me a message. Thank You