Kid A

Poetry, Thoughts and Abstract Lies
2004-05-26 16:16:13 (UTC)

might just be me on this one but...

i have to make real the colours and sequences that rot
inside me like dead nerve endings. i know that if i didn't
exorcise these beautiful ghosts then i wouldn't exist...all
that would be left is unthinking and unquestioning. i'm
just interpreting what's on my mind the only way i know
how - pretty words and sounds. i don't want to exist inside
a piece of sheet music where people can paint me by
numbers, i want to be freed and then destroyed so i can
start fighting again in a different order.
Kid A




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