ricochet

yesterday my troubles seemed so far away, and now there's nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away, and all the voices ricochet - our conversation disappears, in recrimination - voices ricochet - they're just, words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and, the water runs red - you're a, stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead, voices ricochet - you can picture a big 'thirteen', try to extinguish me, relinquish me from the damage, it's only mortality. it's the echoes of carnage, now the view is all tarnished - the rest is just wreckage, the sky's a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight, and the pain still visible in light and sound and sight, dismiss the sky - voices ricochet, grip is precarious, there's various ways the path of truth can bury us, too many variables, too much chit-chat, too much of this and that, too much zig-zag, yin yang, yak yak, i'm all right, jack, pull up the plank, i'm aboard, fall on your sword - a humming repetitive, feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay, don't worry, it'll fade away, voices ricochet - our conversation disappears, in recrimination - voices ricochet - they're just, words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb, to the background of a cynical 'who' and 'what' and 'why', and 'why not?' 'scuse me while i dismiss the sky, voices ricochet - dismiss the sky