Apr 23, 2011 04:19
The lights are all out
in the buildings
that pitifully attempt
to scrape at the sky
and Night
envelops the city
with completeness
zealously gripping
this city's heart
(at least for now)
and all the people
seem like an ocean,
an ocean
that should be washed
down the gutter
into the sewers below
Words are woven by tongues
without cognizance
of the sheer idiocy
intolerance
ignorance
hatred
and unabashed superficiality
that consumes each one
Is this all that we are,
is there nothing more
that we can offer?
fits and tantrums
wails and screams
that are really
no more
than whispers,
tiny whimpers
in the dark
(How inanely asinine
we are
insipid simians
born to be bored
and superficial
haunted by specters
and gods
spawned from this closing door)