*A Walk down the Street* The Terrifying Beauty: I (un-edited)

I’m living in constant insomnia
But I haven’t awakened from the first sleeping night.
As I walk down this street
The broken glass lacerates my feet, and I see the blood stained sidewalks.
I can’t feel the pain
For my mind controls my reality.
But I still can stop and notice the minute things,
Like the proud little blue bird
Standing up against the monstrous S.U.V!
Trying to defend the earth
Against the consumer creature.
That is raping our
And all the beauty it has created.
My eyes are burning
From the fire and exhaust,
From this fucking wears machine.
My insides are trying to escape through my mouth
As I vomit in the alley.
I hear the voice inside my mind screaming
You will never escape.
You will never escape
No escape
No fucking escape!
I feel the sun beating down on my face,
For the end of October
It feels like middle of July.
I lean against the wind
And it carries my steps down the sidewalk.
Contemplating everything
And nothingness,
And how only together they create the fabric of life.
And how ever bit of reality,
Breaks down
To one simple thought.
But at the same time is the most complex concept,
Infinity
Everything is a cycle.
The streets are covered with bricks
How long have I been walking.
And I don’t have the time
To ponder the concept of time.
I see a pixie fly by,
She gently blows bubbles in the air.
I think about how perfect spherical things are.
As I walk down this crowded city street,
It becomes clear to me what I must do.
I raise my voice and sing to the past
The surrounding crowd stares at me,
The dead arise from their graves.
The dead, they are revolting against the world they see,
They are rioting in the street.
Everyone is screaming and running as terror strikes there hearts,
Everyone but me.
The sick and the ugly, they are afraid of what they have done.
For they cannot see, the Terrifying Beauty.
The Terrifying Beauty.