How numbing, debilitating is comfort, how drug-like power must feel for us to know and simply leave things as they are? Agreeing to flirt with this human paradox: feeling safe, comfortable, empowered as consumers in a world where so many of our kind have to fight to make it through another day, on a daily basis, get new reasons to be traumatized, die unpeacefully after a short, hard, unworthy life?
How scared must we be?
How scared must I be
to put up with this shit.
The putrid, crippling, nauseating smell of consensus - I mean: where are the massive revolutions this situation is undoubtly calling for?
Awareness hurts.
It's only human to try and escape it.
I need a drink, your stongest, greenest old-school absinth.
I need a syringe filled with a medicine that'll get my brain to rot with sublime, otherwordly dreams
I need coma.
We, afraid of hurting and fighting
And risking death
For a cause we think is lost
That doesn't concern us as individuals but strike a chord in each one as mankind
- trading a meaningful death - which could turned out as absurd as anything else
for a tranquil life devoid of purposes - as long as we find ways not to acknowldege the latter (too often)
Consumption is all we could come up with to shake it off lately
That embarrassing humanity of ours that hurts so fucking much
But it's a failure of course, the pain - we bear it, sometimes it's silent sometimes it's gnawing at our insides - get to us all at one point, insidiously
Like this era, like this life,
How we now get what we want from others like us, how we damaged them, us, the un-poor kind
Insidiously.
And my generation, born defeated, cynism its higher value.
And me, writing, not even letting myself wanting, hoping for a better world
Just yearning for a few shreds of the most-wished precious
undignant forgetfulness
Des miettes, juste quelques miettes
And me, writing, not even letting myself wanting, hoping for a better world
Just yearning for a few shreds of the most-wished precious
undignant forgetfulness
Des miettes, juste quelques miettes
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