Death winks,
--There slashed
A cross shaped cut upon our hearts.

Every euphoric dream oozed out of our minds,
--Then sickenly contorted
To become repugnant, devil-driven nightmares.

But we seem to learn to live on,
--Waiting
For the next day to rip us apart.

Sadistic reminder of everyday spent,
--Just wasted
On the corner of another dead street.

Can you hear this calling,
--Whispers
In your head that send you insane.

We hunger..
--To break skin
--Tear away this disease
--To find ourselves
--Curious..

To what do we have to offer?

Our voices a cacophonic deception,
--Useless
In the description of our destitution.

We want to believe beyond our humanity,
--Live immortal
Between holy words and this wasted reality.

We hunger..
--To break skin
--Tear away this disease
--To find ourselves
--Curious..

To why we are so good at destroying each other?

nice work.

the structure reminds me of some of my favorite pieces.

i like the thought work in there.

It appears lyrical. I enjoyed the structure as well.

My compliments extend themselves to the wonderful job you did of explaining something that would seemingly require more lines. Thank you for writing.

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