Syd

The Void

Conned by currency
Lured in gently
Hours wasted generously...
I am full time employed

 

Melded soft metal
Idea's now skeletal
Decaying wilted petals...
A scream with no noise

 

A stunning star collapses 
No more quick firing synapses
The addict relapses... 
His dreams are destroyed 

 

Disposable consciousness 
A pawn in all of this
The blackness of all of it
Welcome to...The void

Comments1

  • SerenWise

    Very well written, well done

    • Syd

      Thank you Seren. I appreciate you reading and leaving feed back.

      - Syd



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