Chaos Gear

The chamber of the mind is dim
Damp and cobwebs threads so thin

Cogs upon the walls clunk on
The rounded walls’ dull echo song

Slanting strands of soggy thread
Are twisted slowly arcs of dread

But in the centre lies the beast
A rusted halo of sharp teeth

It lowers down to touch all gears
The screeching sparks bring painful tears

It starts to spin and you’re alive
The painful joy like shearing knives

Its tumour spines touch all in sight
A fever burning past all heights

Faster, hotter, gashing all
No dust can settle in this brawl

The long dead, moulded wheels do burn
A howling rigor sense un-learned

Whirring motion cyclone fire
Sorrow, joy, the blissful ire

Chips keep flying, ricochet
No boring things abound today

The chaos gear at speeds too fast
Destruction motion safety past
All is blazing heat wave blast
The chaos gears’ weak arm won’t last

MOAN

It’s too late the gear is free

ALONE

It’s taking you and me
Heaving crashes
Breaking metal
Scream and shout
FUCK THEM ALL
BRING THEM DOWN
MY HEAD, MY GOD DAMN-
AARRRHHHGH!

(Smoke is rising with the gear
Back in its holster
Replaced by fear)

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