Sterility In Technicolor Poem by Paul Brookes
Sterility In Technicolor
Clamouring head dispatch
ground control, ground control,
crash.
pass, pass, pass
there is a problem
madness dismissed
sadness created
head emptiness
is nothing to the emptiness in my,
heart, heart, heart.
dub dub de dub
still it beats
dub dub de dub
cracked fault scarred metaphorically
dub dub de dub
death it but a trivial matter,
an ultimate loneliness
alone, alone, alone,
no more dub dub de dub.
only ashes scattered.
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