Left my friends for sweet nothings,
But got literally nothing -
Well, not literally but almost....
Let's pedestalize those who are already dead
And forget the type of lives they led
Because everyone knows you're a saint when you die.
And it's incredible that paintings come to life
When you read into them what you believe -
Resounding, heartfelt palpitations.
Shuffling through door, quickened pace,
No attention paid to lowly worms
Who are crushed beneath the pressure.
[i am really not happy with this post in any fashion. will probably edit at some point.]
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