This is home away from noise
And light boxes
Photographs on fiber clay
Only heat from open flame
And pure sunlight
It heats the core
The junkies play with their toys
That burn their eyes and give them joy
And steals their freedom
Their prison cells
So disconnect from the human race
Dying off without a trace
Kill your pictures
Douse them in flames
You never existed
You never lived
Chaos spawns when things are still
And cannot have their fill
What a waste