Perfect Distortions

As we grow older memories distort, growing more exaggeratedly vivid in some ways, more dull in others. Music and smell are the two things that trigger memories the easiest, they are tied deeply to that part of our brains. The trancelike state we enter while experiencing music can transport us to worlds within be they memories, fantasies, or nightmares.

Perfect Distortions

Vocoded distortions

Incongruous portions

These liminal forces

An ominous portent

Moving into this space

With no intentions

Preventative measures

Left vulnerable

This melody is swimming

And I'd almost swear that it's alive

Between this mad mind and these ear drums

Flashing in the night

Embers of lost romance

The chaos I can't remember

Anxiety between us

As I asked you to dance

Avoiding this adaptation

Selfish escape from evolution

I put another day to rest

Without absolution

And this heart in my hands

This visual torment

A cascade of events

Apocalyptic warnings

This harbinger is screaming

Thankful that I'm alive

Inhaling breaths like they're my last

A burning in my mind

I thought I'd build a shelter

Clean myself up for this

It was all off to the races

All engines fucking go

Debris of what was left

The abyss I was staring into

Insecurity becomes us

But somehow I was the one alone

And this heart in my hands

This visual torment

A cascade of events

Apocalyptic warnings

Data corrupted

Mistaken misfortune

Mercy has been broken

By dystopian forces

This memory is fleeting

A feeling without regret

Passion play with nothing else to say

But I'll never forget

Art generated by AI Wombo (Dream)