The young children dance
In melancholy pleasure
Bodies like puppets
The adults acted
With grace, very flawlessly
Like soulless robots
A hell of heaven
Maybe a heaven of hell
All in perspective
Drunk with no liquor
Walking aimlessly nowhere
Procrastinating
Heads are in the clouds!
Bodies lifeless on the ground!
Dysfunctioning world!
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Ebony Snow And Ivory Holes
Poetry((Previously known as Bleeding Darkness)) Grasping reality. Ignoring the world. Embracing fantasy. Running from the voices. A tragicomedy, The world is; With happy-go-luckies And sad cynics. Confusing thoughts are tossed back and forth, In the mind...
