Various Shades of Time
This desolate place
too silent even for the quietest of idols
who were carved into plastic and lost here
where the walls wont stop peeling
The sirens wail
like doomed martyrs on the sun
echoing past wild dogs on broken boulevards
where they shatter through radio waves
From the sky
birds fall and burn brighter
in the wake of overwhelming 911 calls
where everything is screaming.














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Everything I do I rush through
So that I can do
Something else.
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