patchwork child

#115

sounds that swirl
sticking like honey
rushing by around
blood in veins that pound

an odd existence
shrouded in dark and neons
shiny and bleeding
the chasm of constant feeding

something to prove
nothing real to gain
everything sapped of vibrance
watching that vivid dance

justice screamed with silence
a world stricken with tears
scars litter the hallways
traffic fills the days

a sigh that shakes foundations
one who loathes a vital piece
a body pumped bare
in the infinite dare