Hold the cold sight together,
Take a deep breath, and another, then another,
Till you’ve forgotten how to breathe.
Your life now is just a blessing, wasted, moving through air;
Reflecting light in universe, waiting for an earthquake and using your mobile phone to show your concern.
What is your intoxication for the day?
You ask yourself, and some say otherwise, they simply deny
As if the air they’re breathing is just oxygen
And good stuff.
You know, the all-of-good-only light will never reach you, not while you’re alive,
But if you might survive, till the day arrives,
When all of it is humane again,
The shades of green will just make your day.
And your night, it will be bright, coz that is when you get to dream just alright.
Where’s the fucking darkness then?
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