the
white light
hot nightmare
you can't wake from.
walking among the stench,
humanity's low tide.
old structures painted over,
but never truly clean.
like coating a piece of rotting flesh
would keep it from going rancid...
a beautiful face can save--has saved--all of this..
the lie
i
tell
myself
every
day
laughs
[hope dies here]
NB @ 10:38 AM
2 Comments:
"humanity's low tide"
that's awesome in so many ways.
this is beautiful.
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