Monday, August 10, 2015

Well Dressed

It's how we grieve like death's unimpressed
It's how we live like there's a monetary cost of success
It's how we breed like it's the answer to our sadness
It's how we read into the lies that brings us madness 
It's how we leave like breath from a chest
out into the world to become everything unseen
If this was a dream I think I'd never sleep again
Too many demons for me to comprehend

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