Ego ergo sum - The Amenta

A desperate, yearning nothing

Hidden behind the screen,

A pissing contest

For pointless piss-ants

The selfish scrawl

Of another septic soul,

These are the vapid children

Born of the void

You are the pit of aching silence

In another’s sound and fury

This is the era

Of the desiccated soul

A sordid psychic zero

So beat your fucking drum

You know you are nothing

A character struck dumb

Fill the depths with drama

Ego ergo sum

A flickering cinema screen

Ambience of broken neon

A whore’s flashy drag

Around a monochrome heart

When all you have:

Plaster cast of stolen psyche

Then no ego, just ID

Lights, camera, cut

A technicolour ejaculate

From a cathode ray throat

Words without resonance

Words learnt by rote

Senseless stock sound seeps

From paint smeared smiles

A rattle of the reel

In a dusty, derelict theatre

Every word a cliché

Stripped from a dimestore romance

Where are the swells of strings?

In silence, you dance

The selfish scrawl

Of another septic soul

These are the vapid children

Born of the void

You are the pit of aching silence

In another’s sound and fury

This is the era

Of the desiccated soul

You find solace in scripts

Just cracked mirror reflections

You know you are nothing

A character struck dumb

Fill the depths with drama

Ego ergo sum