mellowed awakening; dare so malevelont tragedy,
rays of ultraviolence pierce through the peaceful seas,
a prayerful far cry perished by the wits of terrorful screech,
the blind man led to the gas chambers by voices of deceased,
promised restorations swindled by the powers that be,
embalming fluid; flooding the gates of all tranquillity,
malicious hands bottle the heartspace; asphyxiation of all synchronised breathing,
we are the zombies depicted in films; subjected to gluttony, lumbering hungry and mindlessly; through the cemetery constructs of society.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2019 06:41
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
But there are a few daisies, and sometimes we can pull them out of the soil and make little trinkets out of their death and feel like we love life.
Well stated, the dark pitted beauty of which we so often tend to.
Shhh though, the birds are singing
Haha...and the lemurs are snooping about
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