Sinful eyes stare northward judging me and my path,
twisting what I set behind me in my past,
misconstruing my monopoly of best intentions into a sea of angry moments lost in the inner monologue of a broken child,
a paradox of unquestionable answers that are given in rhythmic fashion like a muted dog wearing a collar of electricity around its throat,
and as my best memories are auctioned off like a bashful bachelor who hides a deceptive blade next to his semi erect cock,
the world worships the fake and the flamboyant,
whilst ignoring the desperate and pure who need the hand of hope instead of a fistful of hate,
where do we go when all that is left of us are ashes from a cabin lost in the woods of hate and imperfection…
Very nice 😀
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It almost suffered a misfire, but I think the delightfully dark undertones of what it wanted to be surfaced and pulled itself together.
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