What's real (anymore)
in a near perfect world?
The dampness of the day
overstays its welcome,
amongst snowy smiles which
fail to reach the eyes, while
pretenses are kept and reputations
saved from being tattered.
What's real (anymore)
in a near perfect world?
Closed doors which harbor
sinister beings while cursed,
mangled bodies lay oozing blood,
their stench attracts vultures
in human forms, which feed
upon the innocence lost.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC
What's real (anymore)
in a near perfect world?
The dampness of the day
overstays its welcome,
amongst snowy smiles which
fail to reach the eyes, while
pretenses are kept and reputations
saved from being tattered.
What's real (anymore)
in a near perfect world?
Closed doors which harbor
sinister beings while cursed,
mangled bodies lay oozing blood,
their stench attracts vultures
in human forms, which feed
upon the innocence lost.
