'surprise me'
famous last words
before a boy who felt like a man,
died
of realisation that dreamers-
no matter how fully fledged and wild their absurd thoughts may be,
simply cannot survive off food and water alone.
a lyric,
a fracture of colour in a dirty mirror,
the call of the void
that is our food
deprived of the simple joys of ignorance and apathy towards our reason for being
we dream of the answers we'll never know
our charisma paying to buy the intangible source of our sustenance
a breed of wraiths,
tormented by an arguably self afflicted 'beautiful' mind
reason is our medicine but improbability is our drug
feeding on a kindred spirit
haunted words of a broken soul
to thrive on feelings and anguish that won't ever sustain because
what really keeps you alive is too bland
all the dreamers died.
they were buried not too far off hell, in their own immaculate paradise
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