Strangling elation And sucking hope From the marrow
Oblivion and, Linguistics clash, Devoid of objective And the senses
Peeling back emotions, Exposing the core, Naked and ugly Bottling aphorisms
My face is painted with wrinkles and weaknesses. This world has tainted my friends, my family. Our lies float up and crumble on us. But I'm glad because our apathy needs to be cleansed by friends who just sit and breathe.
Thoughts exist, But none take root Mutual existence Devoid of unity
Alive, He's still breathing Wasting no words The boy spares no attention
Breeds new contempt He's not listening Retaining empty holes Free from weight And importance Their fields of vision Crash and burn The product of evolution