Cold as all life, and blacker than the blackest pitch Sunken dead - TopicsExpress



          

Cold as all life, and blacker than the blackest pitch Sunken dead eyes (hearts), sleeping and sullen Feet dragging, in silence we lumber Forever treading this well worn path Following the bloodied footsteps of our forefathers, the bastards Just as we devour, so too has our conscious been ravaged It hangs in tatters, as a billion hopes dangle by this single thread Waiting to be swallowed by the abyss of human nature As lavish fictions drip from the maw The forgotten hearts seep concrete Out of sight of the sleepwalkers Born into misery, to die broken and alone...
Posted on: Wed, 09 Oct 2013 00:37:23 +0000

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