Inspired by certain attitudes I often see in people. I cannot lie and say that I have not been familiar with these attitudes at times in my life, but I do not see the need for them or the way they consume and manipulate.
I hope you enjoy.
Grey clouds obscure my morning sun,
Full of our spite and angst.
Against the will of some,
Yet in accordance to the romance of others they operate.
Swelling perpetually without condensation,Indulging in sick gluttony.
Like ticks and leeches in our minds,
Flowing every forward as our parasite.
The smell of premature rain ruins my lunch,
Mouth fills with bile.
Forever they follow me,
Like some god’s twisted conspiracy.
Fat and swollen drops soak the evening,
Absorbing my hope.
Yet forever the clouds swell,
Well past normalcy, full past ripe.
The sky of night turns grey with putrescence,
Full of our anger and hate.
Escape is a fatal dream,
I am drowned in my own self-loathe and pity.
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