In morning I awaken, gasping for light
my birth, a first breath in fire
ripped from my sanctuary of void sight
identical synthetic houses made to admire
filled with stain of suffering and spite
stuffed to the brim with the wet words of liars
thick is my liquid consciousness which fades into the night
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
In morning I awaken, gasping for light
my birth, a first breath in fire
ripped from my sanctuary of void sight
identical synthetic houses made to admire
filled with stain of suffering and spite
stuffed to the brim with the wet words of liars
thick is my liquid consciousness which fades into the night
Each day is the same but each morning I am someone new, a stranger to this reality.
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