the method of demons pt. 1

Tired! 

Tired like the artist

who trashed his art.

Tired.

...I would've taken that off his hands,

even paid 5 bucks.

But I guess he was tired

and just gave up.

Sometimes life feels like a treadmill.

The air is filled with smoke,

grey smoke from the mountains.

The mountains on fire.

The firemen coming in from all over.

"Welcome Firemen!"

the hotels announce.

Of course, we're all glad to see them.

My lungs, my body, my cigarettes...

The method of demons

is to wear you down.

The slow circling,

the repetition of phrases

like the ritual of a holy sacrifice.

The slow, repeating rituals

day after day.

They wear me down.

You throw away so much

because they pollute so much

like smoke in the air.

So much work lost.

So much perverted.

I'm just glad the good guys

also have their methods,

their rituals.

There's always a way forward.

But sleep if you can.

Breathe clean air if you can.

And don't throw away everything.