Shutting the systems,
Closing the mind,
Kill organisms,
Thoughts unwind.
Close the vessels,
And the valves,
Cripple the muscles,
Limbs devolve.
Snap the cycle,
Activate defences.
Turn on psycho,
Sever the senses.
Matter condenses,
Slay the soul,
Cut the nonsense,
Cloud the goal.
Fry the circuits,
Overload impulses,
Seize the audit,
Stop the choices.
© Michael Moorcroft August 11th 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written poem, I guess it was a sulk. 10+ Bob