Another Hollow OnLine Experience

The Lord of the Flies

I look down upon you

But from where do I stand?
On shoulders of giants?
Through eyes of a man?
In empty places forbidden?
Or places you’ve seen?
Perhaps in a memory or maybe a dream…

errant thoughts give you away

Kicked down the street you say
In bottles and stone
Huddled en masse to find you’re alone
Don’t run
You can not
Don’t cry
You will not
For the Devil himself
Has cast you this lot

So pray to the crutch, the pill, the device
While all things beneath you bid on your price
And heed not a warning not a bit of advice
As those that shall have you, shall have you on ice

errant thoughts lead you astray

Know that the Naked dance for but a few eyes
The Under, the Over, and the Lord of the Flies