The clocks are all shattered.
And lay broken on the beaches,
The sands of time.
The seasons are jumbled.
It rains dead leaves in winter,
And dead flowers burst from the ground in spring.
The world is a game of monopoly.
Everything is a gamble.
Everything is fake,
Everything is dead.
My friends are invisible and made of wool and thread.
They eat plastic food,
Plastic forks on plastic plates.
At tea time we sip on salt water.
And dine on shards of glass.
Cutting up our insides.
We are rag dolls.
This is a wonderland.
Nothing is as it seems.
Everyone's eyes are glazed over,
In a film replaying the tapes from dreams,
On repeat.
Ignorance appears so beautiful,
Ignorance is Bliss.
Kiss dead lips and pretend we're birds.
And not just broken masses stuck in a reality that isn't real.
Praying to Gods,
And wishing on blinking masses in the night.
We're stuck on replay,
And each repeat sucks the life from us.
Replacing it with teddy bear stuffing.
It's okay though,
That's Nothing.
We have nothing to hide.
We'll be alright.
As long as we can pretend.
We aren't dead inside.
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Poesía"I'm desperately trying to heal myself." •. •. •. •. •. I strongly believe art isn't supposed to be pretty, or liked and understood by the masses. Art is supposed to make you unco...
