Pulse, Burn, Repeat

I wake up in fragments. Scattershot soul. Portraits hung on a crumbling pole.

Name tag smudged but the voice is clear. One wears rage, one's cloaked in

fear. Uh, one craves blood not tears. Another just wants

to disappear. We pass the mic in silence. Switch with a shiver or smile

that's dialing. Don't blink you might miss the twist. I'm a Rolodex

of fists in the mental mist. Pulse, pulse, burn,

repeat. Tear, build, break complete. Feed the code.

Erase the name. And it's all rewired the same. Move over mate,