SUN SETTING

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TIRED/ SUNKEN EYES WITH DARK SHADOWS SAGGING UNDER THEM WATCHING FIELDS OF FLOWERS AS THE BREEZE PASSES GENTLY THROUGH. CHAPPED LIPS OPENED SLIGHTLY AS LEAVES RUSTLE AGAINST THE GREY BLUE SKY. WISPS OF CLOUDS TO LAZY TO FULLY FORM DRIFTING THROUGH THE SKY, REMINDING THE LUNGS TO INHALE AND JUST LET THE AIR IN.

MELANCHOLY/ WATCHING THE FLOWERS ON COLD HEADSTONES WILT AWAY BECAUSE NO ONE SEEMS TO REALIZE THAT FLOWERS ARE JUST SO DISPOSABLE. SWINGING LEGS OFF A ROOF, WANTING TO WAIT FOR THE STARS TO EMERGE FROM THEIR SUNLIT EXILE, BUT INSTEAD REALIZING THE SPACE BETWEEN THEM CONTAINED SO MUCH DARKNESS THAT NOT EVEN THE NEBULOUS BEINGS COULD ILLUMINATE THEM. WAKING UP FROM A NAP IN THE DIZZYING AFTERNOON AND DRIFTING LIKE A GHOST THROUGH THE ORANGE HALLS, STUCK IN THE WARP OF TIME THAT RIPPED THROUGH THE SUNDRENCHED HOUSEHOLD.

DECAYING/ BRAINS MELTING AWAY TO BURNT BITS OF POLAROID PHOTOS AND STRUNG MEMORIES, THINKING ONLY ABOUT THE CAMERA SNAPS AND NEVER MANAGES TO CAPTURE THE ROTTING FACES THAT LIE UNDERNEATH GRINNING LIPS. SPINNING HAIR THROUGH FINGERS AS EMOTIONLESS EYES WATCH THE SUN DETERIORATE INTO THE OCEAN, SINKING UNDER THE MASS OF WRITHING DARKNESS, MAYBE NEVER TO RETURN AGAIN. GHOSTING THROUGH THE PALE HOSPITAL, SMELLING THE UNDERLYING SCENT OF DEATH THAT CLUNG TO EVERYBODY, AND TRAILING YOUR FINGERS ON THE REAPERS THAT SPUN THROUGH THE HALLS ANYWAYS, KNOWING IT LEAD TO ONLY DEMISE. EVERYBODY DIED IN THE END ANYWAYS. EVERYBODY DIED IN THE END ANYWAYS. EVERYBODY DIED IN THE END ANYWAYS.

- HUMAN HEARTS, FRAGILE VASES CONTAINING HURRICANES