Watershed

The faint whisper in the background

Of cafes and canteens

Has become a cacophony

An amalgamation of pain and fury

And an orchestral movement

Of fire and ice

 

Nothing makes sense anymore.

 

We chucked aside logic and rationality

God and sexuality, fiction and reality

An ocean of people descended upon

The shared space of the collective

Consciousness and said big words

And dreamed and screamed

 

Nothing makes sense anymore.

 

We jumped and we felt the

Blood from our feet splatter as

We danced on the broken glass

Of the collapsed sepulcher

Of all that this came from

Of everything that was.

 

Nothing makes sense anymore.

 

One shook his fist at the firmaments

One cut his wrists to see if the blood

Was as red as it was yesterday

One overdosed on every drug he could find

And one decided to step onto the clouds

He could see from the fortieth floor

 

Nothing makes sense anymore.

 

We talked and we walked and we railed

And we wailed and we died and we

Cried and we bled and we pled

And one night that little girl

With the long sleeves who sat on the

Front desk alone in math class

Tried to commit suicide

And we taught her to live

And we taught her to die

And we taught them to live

And we taught them to die.

 

Nothing makes sense anymore.

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