“I have so many selves, I cannot contain them all” –Kobo Abe
Never enough hand sanitizer
Bottles and bottles everywhere
But not a drop to drink
A bathtub filled with antiseptic
For the terminally dyspeptic
And still not enough to drown in
Never enough hand sanitizer
To kill the sin of germs
To kill the pain of waking
To kill the dissonance and consonance
Of everyday hell
Never enough hand sanitizer
To sting the wound into unbeing
All factors beyond the control
Of those who wish to vanquish
And be vanquished
Never enough hand sanitizer
To ebb the fatal tide
As the mass of men lead lives of desolate calculation
Never to emerge from slumber
Even in our waking nightmare
The Tyranny of Tradition 
#1 by Fried Chicken And Metal on April 3, 2014 - 9:16 AM
This is like the darkest personal thing you’ve ever written… I think. Whoa!
#2 by Keith Spillett on April 3, 2014 - 9:27 AM
It’s certainly up there. I had one I did a while back called “The Tyranny of Attrition” that was close, but yeah, this is from The Wasteland Within.
#3 by John Nelson on April 3, 2014 - 9:31 AM
I might put this to ‘music’ in my one-man a cappella black metal act.
#4 by Keith Spillett on April 3, 2014 - 9:35 AM
Go for it. I’d love to hear it.
#5 by Mike Steelreaper Stoker on April 3, 2014 - 3:10 PM
hahahahaha a Pulitzer is surely coming your way soon.
#6 by Keith Spillett on April 3, 2014 - 3:52 PM
I thought I might get one for the hard hitting expose on Lemmy’s multiple liver removal, but I’ll take what I can get.