Minds Eye - 2012/07/06

Grey and dilapidated
Streaking every which way
Eyes lackadaisically stutter
Assaulted with another day

Lifelessly plodding
Two feet mindlessly move
Mind left in hibernation
With nothing left to prove

Bells are ringing
Though ears are shut
When it becomes too loud
Mouths shall scream what

Smoke fills the air
Lemmings march lockstep
Right off the ledge
Onto which they leapt

Images of visions
Behind a blurred line
Between the delusions
Where shit is the wine

A darkness engulfs
Spilling out corners
Drawing these judges
Our would be mourners

Many gavels pound
Sans cries in the air
Marking this the end
As we no longer care

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