Day 170 (Shower Stalls & Shopping Malls)

Are we alive,
Or are we dead.
Is this all bullshit in my head?

Are we ghosts,
Or are we man,
Are we the infrastucture of the damned?

What is hope,
A sign of dope,
Or is this all just in my head?

Day 170 (A City Grey)

God why’d you leave us
In a city grey.
Giant monuments to your dying ways
Beckoning us into a sense of wide eyed wonder
Before they take our dreams away,
By wooing us into screaming slumber.
While they cover our mouths and silence our wailing,
I hope you’re listening