i had an assignment for creative writing where i had to make a poem out of song titles. so i chose DT of course. it's nothing groundbreaking and mostly just smashing stuff together, but it is still pretty fun to read. i didnt include all of the song names, but i did get in quite a bit...
INSIDE THE PARTICLE STORM
Through smudged lenses, a new build brings the treason wall
At the point of ignition, a shadow in our blood
a haven
Broken, being nothing to no one,
Wearing misery's crown
The damage done
You are the fatalist
As a single part of two
where death is most alive
Blind at heart
Your lesser faith will let your focus shift
under indifferent suns
There, in her silent language, a bolt of blazing gold,
the static that is in my absence
Dream oblivion to a closer end
Surface the infinite
Hours pass in exile to where fires cannot feed
With senses tied, mind matters not, in the emptiness from which you fed
The mundane and the magic
White noise black silence
Empty me to one thought,
Rundown and at a loss for words,
Punish my heaven for it was never built to last
Am I 1?
I am cornered with a shadowlit façade
My negation out of nothing
Oh the misery in me!
Below the radiance and the wonders at your feet, it's all the same.
The grandest accusation,
The feast of burden begins, and the ego drama unfolds
A hedon moves skywards
Towards a star of nothingness,
And midway through infinity,
brings the day to end.
Away, delight, away
I am emptier still
it is constant
The enemy is brought to a bitter halt
He is alone, beyond enlightenment, but in sight for a gallery in which no one can see
His mind's eye lost to apathy
Through ebony archways and void of tranquillity,
With the flaming shades of fall and unfurled by dawn,
only time can tell
This, is the final resistance
INSIDE THE PARTICLE STORM
Through smudged lenses, a new build brings the treason wall
At the point of ignition, a shadow in our blood
a haven
Broken, being nothing to no one,
Wearing misery's crown
The damage done
You are the fatalist
As a single part of two
where death is most alive
Blind at heart
Your lesser faith will let your focus shift
under indifferent suns
There, in her silent language, a bolt of blazing gold,
the static that is in my absence
Dream oblivion to a closer end
Surface the infinite
Hours pass in exile to where fires cannot feed
With senses tied, mind matters not, in the emptiness from which you fed
The mundane and the magic
White noise black silence
Empty me to one thought,
Rundown and at a loss for words,
Punish my heaven for it was never built to last
Am I 1?
I am cornered with a shadowlit façade
My negation out of nothing
Oh the misery in me!
Below the radiance and the wonders at your feet, it's all the same.
The grandest accusation,
The feast of burden begins, and the ego drama unfolds
A hedon moves skywards
Towards a star of nothingness,
And midway through infinity,
brings the day to end.
Away, delight, away
I am emptier still
it is constant
The enemy is brought to a bitter halt
He is alone, beyond enlightenment, but in sight for a gallery in which no one can see
His mind's eye lost to apathy
Through ebony archways and void of tranquillity,
With the flaming shades of fall and unfurled by dawn,
only time can tell
This, is the final resistance
