Exhaustion
Replicated by perfection
an attempt to dissolve lead
lodged in the hearts of those we defeat
healed only through dirty nostalgia
and a broken bottle found in New York
It was the end of all days
Back in August
When the vision of those on the streets were hazy
The day the wire frame of redemption recedes
is the day it can no longer cope with the humidity of summer
The nights soon after
It often rained
Heat lighting struck across the battered skies
and something far more powerful brought upon splitting headaches
The ocean found a new home
No longer stuck in the earth
But within the unseeing eyes of others
And so
Those truly capable of breathing
have experienced the Atlantic drought
Taken by the bugs within ones stomach
The dogs continuously barked
The cats hunted and whined
The peopled screamed and begged
And disease laughed in their scowling faces
The lack of control brought upon by an unseen god
Ruined us as a whole
As we soon realize
It was all just a mirage
Created by the stinging salt clouding our vision
And though the human race will never wake
Perhaps it will never matter
If we can collectively understand
without being understood
or fully understanding
Then maybe
just maybe
we can live.
