a city gleams with flashing lights
dreadful noise in quiet nights
watching eyes that pry too close
but no one's there, you're comatose
silver hands and business suits
looking down and licking boots
people live or die at whim
it's all so cold, it's surely sin
the city bleeds with flashing lights
comfort noise in too-loud nights
watching eyes don't watch enough
keep pushing on, it's so, so tough
YOU ARE READING
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ŞiirA collection of mentally ill poems about the world, written by a mentally ill person. Perfect if you're into abstract or freeform poetry. New updates come at random times, but expect slightly consistent updates at least once a week or so! Top 10 in...
