-present day, present time-
rhyming is so goddamn lame...
it makes all this sound like a game...
the rules of which are simple - win,
but not without the caving in
of memories, and hopes and dreams,
and feelings floating in between
in present day and present time.
they can't be captured by a rhyme.
-the white noise-
when the life breathed in began to fade
and silence fell, and peaceful shade
had turned to violent shadowy space,
emotions shown on every face
were cloudy, paler than before,
when they only heard the "white noise" roar.
the night had swallowed and digested
the facts they thought had been arrested
and every time they turned around
they heard the night's digesting sound.
[back to base]