Thing Is King

It seems to me that these things used to serve a greater purpose.
Am I the only one choking on my own blood down here in the gutter?
 Have we gotten better, have we really evolved beyond this thing called humanity?
Do we really think we can transcend our flesh by denying it?
Are we so foolish as to think we are alone in hell?
Has the sun really set on our empire, or have we simply become lethargic in our opulence?
I am just one machine in the fire that we call life, but is there a difference between me and you?
I call myself me, and you call yourself; me.
I fail to see only the skin of this condition.
I think the true flower is one that is inverted into the flesh from somewhere else, somewhere higher, or lower.
A post-modern world can only be inhabited by post-human beings; I stand up in defiance of this reality.
Blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes, no eyes, why can't we stop trying to see and simply behold.
It seems to me that words used to mean something more than themselves.
Like a shard of stone flung outward from its home by the skillful hammer of the master mason, they used to be part of something beautiful, but now forgotten.
Can we really continue to live in this vacuum of Do This and Don't Do That, when no reason is forthcoming.
We are oppressed by the age-old fallacy; I Said So.
If we stop here, if we fall now, who would say, What A Shame?
If we keep killing ourselves by holding our heads under the water, how we can ever hope to survive in the sea?
We are shackled by a fear so profound its name is ourselves.
We buy This and we consume That, and we throw Why in the gutter and laugh.
We want to look pretty, but we never ask, What Is Pretty?
Our own faces are the hangman's mask, and our voices are this Grand Requiem.
If we don't stop digging our own graves, our minds won't last to see death.
This thing we praise so highly, the flesh that we taste so often; will die.
This place we love so much, this place we hate so much, who said it was ours?
It seems to me men used to think, and women used to talk.
It seems to me that things used to serve a greater purpose.