thrill

sometimes it doesn't make sense, so you just gotta have fun with it... here's one way...
(i do realize this is a silly badly written thing, but it's the idea behind it that i like...)

Yes... I'm a Thrill:

Yes… I’m a thrill

You’ll think I’m still, holding it, in…

But I’ll peek-a-boo you when you least expect it

I’ll follow you with my eyes,

I’ll keep you guessing,

Oh wait… surprise!

Why aren’t you laughing?

Now, don’t get lazy

Don’t ask for mercy

There, we’re shifting…

Oh I’ll play along…

Until I hear my song,

And start moving

At my own pace,

To another place…

Yes… Yes… I’m a thrill

rock bottom?

In these moments:

In these moments I wonder

Where it could have all been

What would have happened if…

That’s a deep well, I know,

But the void is calling me…

In these moments I whisper

Lord, where have you been

Lord, is there an outcome

Could you hurry and let it be

The void is absurd, but the void is better

Than the bottom where I have been lingering

Insipid and flattened

Too many burdens crushing my will

No more senses to sustain any transformation

This is where I don’t want to be

I am no phoenix, turn off the fire

I can’t discern the singing from the screams

Every hand that is extended

Disappears as instantly as it appeared

I can’t appreciate that humor

And I won’t even if I get out of here…

There’s a darker place in the making

And I am terrified of what will happen

In these moments of fear

free

written in the space of one Kate Bush song...

sometimes these things just want to get out, i wasn't even controlling the flow much... there was no struggle... there were words wanting to form images and be free...

Listen…

In the wake of the desires

Splashed across your forehead

You tripped and almost fell

Felt like a wakeup call maybe

A glimpse of the desperation lurking

So your body reacted

So your body screamed

And your conscience retracted

It should have been the opposite

What a bore, what we want

What a pity what we need

Strange wishes kept hidden

'Don’t want to listen, don’t want to listen... '

And your body reacted

And your conscience shrieked

And somewhere a voice sang

Be ready to listen, listen…