The assassination of the weakness fool

Poor us, poor me, poor precious
we have tricked us
I where my skin like a rusty fool
crawling a whimper into shadows decline
the different shapes of failure
record a permanent stain on a half life
half lived
let the jokers joke
let the liars lie
and the lost be lost
on a shapeless shape

Offer an offering of a formless future
sitting, waiting for reassurance
know without knowing
this self hatred, this hatred of self
if I could spell the word
I can only mutter
perhaps my insecurity wouldn't be
everything of nothing and why
I don't deserve what I won't deserve

Rock up, drop an egg
exercise your no control
nothing is to real, is 2 real
just that little bit to real
I measure myself and fall
very, very, very short
?
at least I have the concious tools
to measure a measure
exactly exact
this shape I have deformed

A loner knows clarity in ways unvalued
why am I so incomplete
am I so incompletely why
I talk the talk
and I listen a listen
like I have already lived
a thousand thousand lives
cut from limbs and mollusks
to die a weakness fool

Things are what is, if they are not
a lot of the same thing if you know
the is is, is not true illusionist
fake magic, fake tragic
the wisdom of a bigger picture
is the weakest part of you
fuck yeah, fuck yeah in this borrowed time
the counter action, is to violent
to express, to repress, to compress
let them be, let them be
who cares, who cares
chew gum then fuck off
my thingy thing is dead

An open orange awaits detail
the limited grasp on spiritual liberation
you know what it is, is it
but I am exposed, with no guard
vulnerable and defenceless
awaiting the fall of the cold steel
to steal away what fragments remain
sunlight casts a penetrating stare
I will break and then break
into an undisclosed form
shaky outlines and static inbetweens
are leftovers from the radiation
of a dying universe