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Violent disarray

August 22, 2016

I used to like that place

It had my favorite rooms

But then I got new glasses

The lenses fixed my eyes

That place I now find garish

I squint in the neon black

It’s a silent war zone

The air is way too dark

This is our arrogance

This is our indulgence

We’re blinded by the darkness

We sing victory songs from our cells

 

From our divided mouths

We beg peace to visit

Our words garbled by

our open switchblade tongues

We pound on the tables

We stomp on the floors

Anything to drown out

the deafening silence

Our minds are the war zone

We stare down the enemy

that taunts from the mirror

This is our insolence

This is our violence

Our altars are dripping with blood

But we’re oblivious to the sacrifice.

 

 

 

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One Comment leave one →
  1. August 23, 2016 12:02 pm

    Still pondering this one.

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