Today's the day of drooping cigarettes,
of foul tasting beer,
of lost love, lost souls
swimming in idealism and cynicism
forever at quarrels with one another
constantly thriving for the theology
of life
of death
of which is more powerful
Which is less stigmatized, fiery opposition
of detached humanity and blazing passionate souls
The acts of life and death
swarm with the wind as decaying beautiful fall leaves
whirls of orange, whirls of black
the contemplation of which
leaves one, pondering the existential why
rendering one, a little loose, a little mad.
The madness is all that's left
at the beginning
in the end.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
Today's the day of drooping cigarettes,
of foul tasting beer,
of lost love, lost souls
swimming in idealism and cynicism
forever at quarrels with one another
constantly thriving for the theology
of life
of death
of which is more powerful
Which is less stigmatized, fiery opposition
of detached humanity and blazing passionate souls
The acts of life and death
swarm with the wind as decaying beautiful fall leaves
whirls of orange, whirls of black
the contemplation of which
leaves one, pondering the existential why
rendering one, a little loose, a little mad.
The madness is all that's left
at the beginning
in the end.
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