Plastic bottles
Of cheap *****
Ceremoniously laid
On top the dirt
Faded red deterioration
Decorating human sin
The plastic as much
A human construct
As the forces driving those
To drink the poison within
Our kind is found among
The freshly fallen leaves,
Blanketing decomposition,
Suspended in between what
Is known of a detached life
Gracefully succumbing to nature
Our character is in the mulch,
It is in the metamorphosis
Our hopes and fears hidden
Within the actions that define us
Scattered about the ground
In the honor of days now drowned
In fermented angst
Plastic human sin
Cheap ceremony
These are the things
We choose to be
But we are so much more
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 3:50 AM UTC
Plastic bottles
Of cheap *****
Ceremoniously laid
On top the dirt
Faded red deterioration
Decorating human sin
The plastic as much
A human construct
As the forces driving those
To drink the poison within
Our kind is found among
The freshly fallen leaves,
Blanketing decomposition,
Suspended in between what
Is known of a detached life
Gracefully succumbing to nature
Our character is in the mulch,
It is in the metamorphosis
Our hopes and fears hidden
Within the actions that define us
Scattered about the ground
In the honor of days now drowned
In fermented angst
Plastic human sin
Cheap ceremony
These are the things
We choose to be
But we are so much more
Part 1.
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