Discreation

The Path

shortened halls

dimming lights

not a beating heart in sight

 

meaningless words

forgetful memories

useless breaths

 

empty eyes

hollowed holes from which our spirits once remained

 

love for hate

quite crowds

tasteless treats

 

what happened

who is this

have my eyes been cursed

is this the new world

 

 

[Is it what it seems]