Snowdrop
Muted.Muted.Muted.
And so fade away into the crowd Another empty face, Another failing grace. A life prescribed by the latest trend. Popularity is other people. Any people. Every people. Mass consumption is cannibalism. Force-fed anorexia. Mislead normality. So fall away into your death pit. Another mass rejection, Just some other trend selection. Our face is a billboard. Our face is a star. Your face is my face.
My face is your face.
…And so fade away…fade away
NauseaNausea.Nausea
[In stasis…] Like a jump in the record, Time doesn’t exist to me. The lights flicker, The door hinge
I’m trapped in this nausea, Watching blood flow in slow motion.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Decaying flowers (we) take too long to die.
[…purified] Like drifting amongst dead bloom, Seeing shadows in the dark. A healing disease, A dream-like reality. When failure purifies and ‘nothing’ gains, Maybe self destruction reigns.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
When time has
unooooo!!!
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