Unbled
I have these nostagic flashbacks recurring, which makes me smile towars the blue yonder.... walking off to a time now lost, faded to an almost surreal veneer...
As if in the present we dwell and choke for a droplet of life among the ruins and the dust, our souls reduced to a needle cushion upon which brutality and shame pin everyday, while nothing entices anymore, and motivation remain vacant....
A smothering atmosphere that blinds the senses, makes the heart decrepit, tears down ideals, and puts apathy and lethargy side by side, each on a throne, ruling masses who live in absence of life and in absence of death....
As if in the present we dwell and choke for a droplet of life among the ruins and the dust, our souls reduced to a needle cushion upon which brutality and shame pin everyday, while nothing entices anymore, and motivation remain vacant....
A smothering atmosphere that blinds the senses, makes the heart decrepit, tears down ideals, and puts apathy and lethargy side by side, each on a throne, ruling masses who live in absence of life and in absence of death....
Comments