Sunday, November 20, 2011

...all else is golden

We dream & it comes true yet
So vague as to seem unrealized
Until the switch is thrown & the
Arc connects spanning the chasm
Of darkness now illuminated by
A sickly yellow light coated in
Charred wings dripping deadly
Sparks of madness & recognition
Listen to the tin can echoes of
A hollow symphony displaced of
All reason by the bitter boots of
Revelation & the ragged ass
Remnants of human depravity
No one sleeps in these soggy
Boxes anymore awake to the
Sound of empty bottles breaking
Against the walls like Molotov
Cocktails in the last battle of
Consumption no one sleeps here
Anymore awake to the cries
Of lonely jackals starving for
The night when silence loses
Its worth…


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