Screaming walls of glass, writing sonnets under my name.
Remember nothing after this, wake up in hope's euphoria.
Intelligence as collateral damage
[Take two and call me in the morning]
Shine illumination on tattered infatuation,
bringing nature a new noise and
hitting me with a right hook.
Blend hypocrisy with a cute face,
like death wearing a smile.
Gorging on the masses' finest food.
Gripping time by its hands,
rewinding your masterpiece.
Originality faced suspension,
hiding inside a cage.
Breaking status quo,
from all alike to archetype.
[Wake up, it's morning]






I liked the ideas you put in here. They were great. And the messages in square brackets just about hit the nail on the head. I've been thinking those things for a while now. I don't think that people realise that this is all they've got, and then they go around making fools of themselves. Great write.





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