The Seeker
Tag: illusions
sculpted civilisation
Chiselled sculptures-
cracked faces.
Crowded channels.
Fallen fragments-
of what was.
Occupied scenarios-
unsolicited control.
Foundations cracked.
Faded faces.
Fragmented times.
Untitled
Illusions canvas the mind-
misdirection from every direction-
common beings foe.
Fact and words-
trigger the triggered.
Hopefully hopeless.
Tragically tragic.
Avail
Sleepy shadows slither silently slow.
Through thundering tunnels-
an alienating atmosphere-
aggressively alone.
Hollowed hearts hide haphazardly.
Fear follows fractured faces.
Longing. Lonely. Lost liabilities.
Problems profound.
Searching souls, startle simplicity.
Revolutions ruthlessly rile rigid raigems.
Cultivating change.
No. 3. Stream of Conciousness.
Soft glow of phone, reflection in mirror. Dimly lit apocalypse. Chained in an ever encumbering stare. Always scrolling, never lonely. Sweet illusion, false idols, empty ideas. Money talks, faces made of plastic. Self absorbed, scripted alibis. Botox here. Botox there. Self-sacrifices are the norm for such a chance to remain a modern delusion.
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