Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The lungs fill with
sludge
and the chest
seeps
and the hurts
deep
and the nose
beeps
perpetually in
the night
right by her face
as she clutches mase.

Sick red eyes
out a turtle neck\
not a speck human
in eyes
no ties
to family
to friend
non-existent
comrades
non-living
mom and dads
that they don’t have
on the misty streets
of Edgar's
nevermore dream land.

Hacking
is a word
an act
a circus of blood
watch the guts
splatter on
uncaring eyes
in midnight shroud of
dead forever gone
in misty night
of director’s cut life...

director's cut
longer
than the public
stronger
than pulp popularity &
commercial java
cup o' common man
audience & director

no out-takes justifying
credits
no blooper reel bonus
edits
no mistakes outside
dialogue
distorted reality as final product
through words