Your words are scalpels tracing over the skin of a corpse.
Tearing into skin that will never bleed for you, no matter how deep the cut.
Riding tidal waves run off stagnant like a film of waste.
Pools of garbage standing still.
We rot in unison, single file as a whole.
Petty d

Nothing changes and it never will.
Sun up sun down everyday stay the same.
Repetition, metaphorical erosion of the spirit.
Rusting promises like skin liable to chap.
Fate is the nightlight that burns our eyes out as we walk tightropes and dance in circles to te tune of our ba

Windows down, smog in, smoke stacks, saw dust.
Industry exhaust, airborne progress acrid and tangible filling my lungs.
Skyscrapers stand impartial.
Daunting speed bumps apathetic as alarm clocks.
Giants on a dirty horizon bathed in negative color.
Half asleep I swallow spit

This is failed poetry.
Words rising like smoke from fire, rising into the air to be dissolved and forgotten.
Broken thoughts from silent lips, all these days we've been starving for the answers.
Broken thoughts from silent lips, your eyes are as hollow as what lies behind.
Scrapi