Each day passes,
the air decays with the sinful breath of man,
Fading.
In newspapers
we stand
With a blank gaze at this rat's alley
around.
No more tears, men have broken
my faith,
The night torments, I wake up full
of hate.
A bitter taste
In my throat,
Bitter thoughts
From my heart
Into my skull.
We broke these lights,
ran the show,
Scurried like mice,
Pouring into glasses
our fright.
Cling and clatter,
Curse and run.
You walk on through
The door,
Into one,
Out another
Never wondering,
Who’ll bother
With those shreds?
For glasses,
That you never saw,
crunch under your feet.
Gentle the rain falls,
Silent, as teardrops
Tormenting soft, dry
cheeks.
Dragging your guilt,
Frozen to a moment
You walk on,
search out,
a new place
to pitch camp
start anew
show.
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nice i say
nice i say
with your array
of decay
you conquer most
and in this glass
i raise for you this toast.
Cheeze maite!
silently screaming,
your words swooped down from the floating mist.
blidingly dark,
they've hidden our dreamy, elusive
taunts dry...
teasing with flowing crystals of tears and perfection. -___-
brilliance.
brilliance in this rotting dying breeding home of deluded intellect.
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