how did we end up here
face down in the puddle
of dying fluorescent lighting
our eyes flicker
memories of woe,
(you're
a one digit
reminder)
and gravestones
with ropes
tied to their
sides;
crumble
with days gone by
how benign
it is to see our favorite
lovers arguing with
one another on
the corner with no
name
let's never
cross that street
when i dream
it's of
rotten cornfields
and charred
newborn bodies
a man hunts me down
tears right through me
then i tear right
through the next man
and this goes on
and on...
until i'm unable
to shed anymore tears
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
how did we end up here
face down in the puddle
of dying fluorescent lighting
our eyes flicker
memories of woe,
(you're
a one digit
reminder)
and gravestones
with ropes
tied to their
sides;
crumble
with days gone by
how benign
it is to see our favorite
lovers arguing with
one another on
the corner with no
name
let's never
cross that street
when i dream
it's of
rotten cornfields
and charred
newborn bodies
a man hunts me down
tears right through me
then i tear right
through the next man
and this goes on
and on...
until i'm unable
to shed anymore tears
