the voids are closing in on me
i declare this day a day of purple

today i'd like to ride my rusty bike
to confront the train of consequence
i have with me a needle
to pop it like a balloon
i'd like to paint its face
with the contents of my head

past all days
my friends wait
the friends i've betrayed
for 30 bucks apiece
they'd like to fill me up
but they only pump me full of voids

this day i've dedicated to swimming
my hands seek the pearly
at the bottom of the lake
future
i see it, i see, do you see what i see? do you?
don't you see the pearly corridors of the future?
i see it, i feel it
and i hear my fingers tear
as i drag them along the pearly walls

time fakes another change
and everyday the clock strikes twelve
(as it did the day before)
as the pearls submerge
they leave only the voids
that's how it goes

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