Listening to Radioactive/Imagine Dragons ^_^
S i c k n e s s
laces this home
like a thin blanket
o f m i s t .
There's no way
out; no way out.
We're stuck in a
land of disease
with radioactive signals
ringing in our ears.
The sun has died.
The water has dried.
There's no chance
for the rest of us.
-Dragonette
YOU ARE READING
pride
PoetryAnd when she stood, she stood tall. She'll make a fool of you all. -u.k. (Non-Fiction: #28 Poetry: #74)
