Your Friend is Dead

Falling asleep,

Heavy eyes

Crash against a sea of

Blue ecstasy

Horny people crawling

Around a broken vase

Unfulfilled holes formed

Like a crater deep within

A far away Buzzfeed Post

Stupid and pampered

Bags of human

Flesh covered

In Cloth and

Cold Brew Coffee

Brought up in

An American crackhouse

Dead happy people

Watch a new TV show!

Radio Waves reverberate through ears

And into the dancing carousel of an

Empty human canvas

The bed feels empty now

Unconscious desires

Living like puppets

In a Freudian Fantasy