Seeing the world fall
the people failing one another
I find solace in knowing
that even through life
we are more than chemical reactions.
Screaming through 3/8 inches
of the human skull,
longing for the rains-
over the empty manor,
Followed only by a sickening tapping.
How cursed is thought...
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Seeing the world fall
the people failing one another
I find solace in knowing
that even through life
we are more than chemical reactions.
Screaming through 3/8 inches
of the human skull,
longing for the rains-
over the empty manor,
Followed only by a sickening tapping.
How cursed is thought...
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