Wolf Parade- Dear Sons And Daughters Of Hungry Ghosts

I don't understand my relationship to this song, but what I do understand is the fact that every time I listen to it, your existence hurts that little bit more...

Eluded Delusion

Then it begins.

It starts. that feeling of despair.

Lost?

No... But cannot be found

A vanishing act. That peace of mind-

Shattered to a million voices.

Voices that elude you,

Elude your sanity.

You break. You melt.

The heat of the insanity- chars.

You begin to blur. Who am I?

A distant memory?

A continuing illusion?

A marble. Rolled along the sand of an hourglass.

Stuck. Time... Ceases.

Your brain feeds away at your solitude.

Alone... But with so many around you.

Alone... and the isolation broils.

I... Am a waste of your time.

You. Cultivate my thoughts.

H.Mal

Untitled

Swallowed.

Can you explain the darkness?

Engulfing your existence.

A magnified portrayal,

Of what can be.

YOU are the end of the tunnel,

But the tunnel isn't illuminated,

The tunnel is a matrix,

From which the emerging reality sinks.

That dread.

The silence- disappears only to be replaced.

Replaced by the never-ending black whole of emotion.

Breathe me in. Dispersed.

In- Out- In- Out- till all that remains is a speck of what could have been.

You. You are my surreality- you are the occasion, the hope- you are the unattainable.

Want- is not explosive.

Need- is nuclear.

Submerse me. Drown me in that look.

Fill my lungs with all that you are.

Make us one.

But... You are the end of the tunnel,

And the tunnel is my infinity...

H. Mal