Dead channel

the slow dark sludge melted down and solidified
 full of poison insanity and nightmares
 inside nothing outside emptiness
 it mothers demons that move
 the grace of addiction
 with a head full of noise and pills waves of raw transference
 tuned to a dead channel in search of a new womb
 it is mere content deprived of form everything is waste
 nobody seems to notice the absence of a living substance
 there was something else in the silence that I heard
 like something hauled from dreams and abandoned
 the mind drinks less and less
 people going nowhere somewhere following the moon tide like so many leaden idols
 leave them for the flies and the carcass of a dead world
 the universal rubble nothing left to rot
 abandoned and formless
 there are no mountains to make them cower
 all we seem to live for is pleasure end it burn it the fire is clean
 putting out the stars and extinguish the sun you seem to come away lost
 end it burn it nothing is clean
 no one seems to listen anymore a head full of noise and pills
 burn it end it it feeds on silence
 but there is something in the silence I heard it screams at me
 end it burn it if you let it burn it will burn our lifetimes out
 we have some leaks in the system where reality filters through
 a non linear flood of facts with each pulse of nothingness
 they show us trailers to make us hold onto nothingness
 splinters of a substance that pulsates like a former heart
 an anchor drawing us to oblivion and the bones
 the bare bones of existence an anchor to oblivion