Sugared, potassium

At times I’m purely shocked by the living
And then
And I believe life
Might be
A world within
A sociopaths dreamscape
If and when they dream

If and when their ground exists beyond
The next footfall
Steps fall
They thud their big black boots
And pound my paranoia

My march of heart
But do I feel
At all
Too much?

It could all be this
And ....

Then again
My sugar might be low
I should eat a banana
(As a powdered jelly filled corrupts my face)

Oh yes,
Much better
The next human that passes
And meets my eye
I will see the undead there
And his heart
On blue sleeve

(I just said heart on, and wonder if they exist either)

Not for the faint I whisper to the dead

(I see dumb people)
Why are they still speaking?
Like a talking head
I say something once
Why say it again

The alive
Seem so sheltered by the status quo

The next storm
The big wind that blows
Even if all around me neon blue
Light and crack
(Gripping crack)

Even if all around me this...
I am determined to have mine blown
And melt into it

Just tip my chin skywards
And melt before I drown in it
(And peel my banana, for I’m sure to survive it.)
Written by Calamityofgin
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