In the next second, one eye closed...
A body was planted
On our street.
We're all so busy, and petty, and in a huge rush.
In a different light, the life turned purple,
and than black.
It stays black, until washed away
by the same people who take out our
trash.
It makes me wonder
Are all of our imminent corpse just garbage
waiting to be picked up?
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
In the next second, one eye closed...
A body was planted
On our street.
We're all so busy, and petty, and in a huge rush.
In a different light, the life turned purple,
and than black.
It stays black, until washed away
by the same people who take out our
trash.
It makes me wonder
Are all of our imminent corpse just garbage
waiting to be picked up?
