Rubbing his eyes,softly
he arises to face his next.
The mornings are cold
but the air is inviting.
He chooses to not spend time
admiring the beauty.
For he knows,there is a price.
His mind shifts
to the much imploring task of the day.
Study to get money,
spend to get prestige.
The residence,
with an up market address
is nothing but a mess of brick and glass.
It is his palace,his reign
over his subjects -
composed of degrading matter.
Everything for a use nothing with a use.
A tortured body,
a lifeless soul
he is the new walking dead.
In the glass coffin.
Until he leaves his shell.
It was a suicide or a ******
something we can never tell,
cause we too aspire to be the same
have our paths cross
one way or the other.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
Rubbing his eyes,softly
he arises to face his next.
The mornings are cold
but the air is inviting.
He chooses to not spend time
admiring the beauty.
For he knows,there is a price.
His mind shifts
to the much imploring task of the day.
Study to get money,
spend to get prestige.
The residence,
with an up market address
is nothing but a mess of brick and glass.
It is his palace,his reign
over his subjects -
composed of degrading matter.
Everything for a use nothing with a use.
A tortured body,
a lifeless soul
he is the new walking dead.
In the glass coffin.
Until he leaves his shell.
It was a suicide or a ******
something we can never tell,
cause we too aspire to be the same
have our paths cross
one way or the other.
