Strength in numbers.
Pull me under.
Petty differences divide.
My friends in need,
the only friends I see
until the day our hearts collide.
*Nothing pierces hearts of darkness
never see the sunlight shine.
Things get harder for the martyrs
God is dead the world is mine.*
Science save me.
I feel ugly.
A crisis has a hold on us.
Existential.
No potential.
My mind is blank and that's because.
*
Souls get blacker.
No going back or
maybe that's how we're supposed to go.
Ready to die,
cannot say why
this life's become a fashion show.
*
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