Escaping Chaos

by Acoustic Sensitivity

Published December 25, 2007

Escaping Chaos

Nobody told you.
A victim here lies awake
Faintly breathing
But still lucid
The debris close us in
But this pen and paper are my savior now
From everything trapping us down.

The dangerous time in this hole
Is when rocks fall in.
But I'll try to begin and escape again
When they're voices are not enough,
I'll turn and go shout
So they can hear us right here.

They need reflection.
I'll bring fire through my tongue.
Epidemic Affliction
(They caught it.)
From the sleeping rats
This pen and paper are the only savior now
From everything.

The dangerous time in this hole
Is when rocks fall in.
But I'll try to begin and escape again
When they're voices are not enough,
I'll turn and go shout
So they can hear us right here.

Do you know a way to escape? (I do)
Liberation is not too late for us.
Do you know know a way out? (I do)
Let the ascension be done.

The dangerous time in this hole
Is when rocks fall in.
But I'll try to begin and escape again.
When they're voices are not enough,
I'll turn and go shout
So they can hear us right here.

So they can hear us right here...

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I was flummoxed by fractious Franny's decision to abrogate analgesics for the moribund victims of the recent conflagration. Of course, to display histrionics was discretionary, but I did so anyways, implicating a friend in my drama to make the effect cumulative. I think a misanthrope would have a prosaic appellation, perhaps one related to autonomy and the rejection of anthropocentrism. I think they wouldn't think much of the prominence of watching the coagulation of tea to prognosticate future malevolent events, not even if those events were related to jurisprudence.
— Spearmint