Yellow Lights

I lie motionless on the floor
slobber slides down my chin
I'm breathing hard eyelids opening
I'm alive inside skin
I've forgotten where I was last
this world does let me in

The more I do the less I rest
Relaxing as I do
lying motionless at a desk
dreaming of nights so cool
released, mind like an uncaged bird
it knows not what to do

Mind surrounded swimming through space
Wakes up and wondering
exactly what had happened then
mapping mirrors we bring

Mortality

A conversation to my fellow humans swarming blindly around the bottom rungs of the social ladder, I feel that the higher one climbs up the ladder, the more this person's thoughts become the facts of life, and a fact is a hard thing to kill when its followers believe that it is immortal:

I'm being assaulted with fact after fact
Truthfully creating every word that I say back
But it is only my truth, just as what you say is only true to you
A fact may be an event like Gods speaking through a male human,
He gets thousands of people to agree in the belief that it happened in reality
and the minds transcribe his feelings into the language of humanity
once imagination enters existence it exists
so its real, living and breathing until I kill it with my barren fists
spilling the truth to the followers who chose to devote
their minds to a vote for a thought that wasn't theirs
Now the elements of this monster are broken down
and the pieces lie waiting to be built up again from the ground
I know that what I think an expression of what I know
And what you know and say seems flooded by emotional leakage anyways
And it can't be the word of Gods, no matter what you say
because Gods can't use this language that drives humans insane.

Surrounded by clapping hands
The warrior shoots the rock, and in the target it lands
You can't hear him talking, yet his actions are loud
He acts, they react, he has gathered a crowd
At the end of the day light will not exist
yet tonight the ones he conquered will still be quite pissed