Our eyes are glazed,
As empty as our hearts.
We're unable to fill,
The lonely vacant parts.
I'm unable to withstand these bright lights, these city sounds,
Standing in a massive crowd, but feeling all alone,
Every second passing,
Brings me closer to the unknown.
We're never done with killing time,
We have nothing better to do,
We're finding happy in shopping carts,
But we're buying nothing new.
Life is sipped from bottles,
Running off of dollar bills,
Doing the same old reckless things,
Without experiencing the thrills.
Bodyguards surround us,
Closing in like stretched tight skin,
We don't know what we're doing,
But still fake a simple grin.
Looking for something,
To brighten our deep gray skies,
Something to bring color,
And dry our dampened eyes.
We're all aware of the danger,
But still turn to cocaine,
Taken away by my happy little pill,
But it doesn't numb the pain.
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Poems and Things
PoésieThis is my attempt at writting half-decent poetry. Maybe you want to take a read, but I'll warn you ahead of time that they aren't the happiest of poems. Thanks for reading and if you like any of the things in this collection please let me know (...
