synthetic horizonsA Poem by joshua deathdealer
Plastic sun-rays pierce through Kodak skies
and scores of perfect, swift soaring clouds.
Illuminating my pallid skin and my numb sight
for what seems like the first time in ages.
Vivid scenery greets me, all laid out in
a painstakingly familiar sense of somewhere.
This vile I've choked down is hollowing out
inside me, bringing me closer to necrosis.
Until then I will wander these synthetic horizons
brought on from imagination and hallucinogenics.
With people that walk to different tunes, selfishly
giving in more to the machine instead of life.
It's just another fake day in this empty city
so lets get wasted and forget our dilemmas.
The darkness that spills from my eyes is the
only remnant of a reality that is dying within.
© 2012 joshua deathdealer
Casket City, FL
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