Man made Sunsets

God and I are two tin cans,and miles,and miles of string.
Are we lines of energy created to figure out the most clever way to destroy ourselves?
For I am a perfect cliche of a silent self destructive...
Vibrate to the shade of grey...
Exposing dimensions of myself to the enemy...
Examining the blood under my fingernails...
We are becoming increasingly bored with the laughter...
Sickened by the subliminal rhythm...
We crave the blood,for our garden of violence...
OH!look how it grows.
The best Ideas come when the bottle is empty,
and we've forgotten how to talk...
We all stand on our silver lined cloud nines,and radiate our disgusting auras...The filth so potent,that it covers what is natural...
and forms man made sunsets...