synthetic horizonsA Poem by joshua deathdealer01/2012
Plastic sun-rays pierce through Kodak skies
and scores of perfect, swift soaring clouds. Illuminating my pallid skin and my numb sight for what seems like the first time in ages. Vivid scenery greets me, all laid out in a painstakingly familiar sense of somewhere. This vile I've choked down is hollowing out inside me, bringing me closer to necrosis. Until then I will wander these synthetic horizons brought on from imagination and hallucinogenics. With people that walk to different tunes, selfishly giving in more to the machine instead of life. It's just another fake day in this empty city so lets get wasted and forget our dilemmas. The darkness that spills from my eyes is the only remnant of a reality that is dying within.
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Added on January 29, 2012Last Updated on January 30, 2012 Authorjoshua deathdealerCasket City, FLAbout"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more.. |

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