Scorpion ~ Death To Distraction

Was it nine years ago? 

Or was it ten? 

What's one year 

in the whole scheme of things? 

Twists and Turns of Fate. 

But I didn't believe in Fate. 

Boundaries and Rules, Broken. 

They don't apply 

when the Truth becomes the Lie. 

There is no 

distinguishing 

One from the Other. 

Time alters nothing 

but perspective. 

History is told through Other Eyes, 

filtered through Other Hearts. 

History and Music 

is Love come Undone. 

Love and Music, 

the stitches of this 

worn out garment 

once woven so tightly 

is now a tapestry convoluted. 

It's all so funny 

behind the invisible mask of

 tears streaming down 

my impassive face. 

What was it all for?

 What grand purpose did it all serve? 

In this Aftermath 

(I hate math.

"And don't ask me what 

plus what equals what?!")

It's stuff like that. 

It comes unbidden 

into my head.

 SilhouettedMemories. 

And

it was 

with one

 Perfect Kiss, 

a knife so sharp,

 my life was rent in two.

I didn't feel a thing.

Heart and Soul

Love and Music

What the Fuck

Was the Point

?

Really.

I'd like to know. 

A sign would be helpful.

What about ME?

What the FUCK

ABOUT ME?

I don't get it

I'm not even mad.

and I'm barely even hurt anymore

it all seems so pointless

MOOT

WTF?

I know I am not entitled to anything.

No Answers

No Dreams

This is the Nature of

Spirit's Little Bitches Brigade

A Force to be Reckoned With...

Yeah, Yeah....

"Moot

like black canceling out white
and white canceling out black

Moot
like who cares

Moot like
FOR WHAT?

Moot like I've lived both sides and now I'm sitting here somewhere in between 

in limbo

Moot limbo
moot middle line
moot nothing
moot in between

FOR WHAT!?

moot like it never really happened
moot like death meets birth and it all looks like the same bloody mess
moot like same
same
same
same

nothing
nothing
nothing

boring
boring
boring

annoying
annoying
annoying

moot 
like truth is the same as lie
light as dark
you as me
then as now
done as undone
together as apart

moot 
like it doesn't matter
it doesn't matter
it doesn't matter"

McCall Erickson

AND THEN...
There was Michael....