I walk a skeleton world.
With a key to the storm,
that'll end the war, between
the ones we call enemy.
They have their secrets,
we have ours. This is
the silent war that has been
going on since the dawn of time.
Prime-ape, and the baboon fighting
evolution cue, launching into the crowd
don't you know every game is rigged.
It's a pinball every day!
Launching into the 'world'
was this 'reality' I seem
to fall deeper than usual,
is that what most mortals
call love?
The problem with 'life' as
you know it is that it's perfect
in it's flaws.
Life as you know it or so call it,
with blind spots, at every angle
of the camera's third eye.
- Author: ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 11th, 2018 00:30
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 18
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