Came out
Didn't know what I'd find
Came across a home so nice
Just as fine as wine
In the master's chambers
She retreats to the dawn ahead
He settles just as ever right into bed
They dream oblivious
To the Frankenstein's of their own design
Down the hall, and to the right
China Doll tumbled and cracked
Girl broken shattered to the finite of painted glass
She's still puts on on such a classy act
Look to the left
Yesterday's kids drank, puffing and huffing their lives a way
He's an addict to a different kind of madness
Sitting on that couch
Doing the same every hour of the day
The warn eye is most critical
Looking to make a cheap buck, A quick like, subscribe
Call it a gift, I say it's gambler's chance
This is all just bullshit
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
