Disconnected Dots
Bright Shadows, these light bulbs are my suns, I rotate around them hiding from the one. A blatant disguise of hatred black, I wonder about the stars alive in blanket cracks. Disconnected emotionally infected, casting the clouds, cradling needles from the needless, weaving the evil from the blinds, closing the peep holes of my mind. This time, and time again, the leaflets of paper sliver through the seams shining silver rays mimicking diamond streams. These white lies are my sins, they do not spin around me, For I, around them. I am not the spider, but the insect in the web. Helpless to fate, I begin to stray away towards the dead to disintegrate.
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