stiletto--love

A stormy veil of greys when the clouds turn from black to night they hide their pain in a mask of fright. And drown their dreams in a puddle a river thick light reflects through like a flame upon the wick. They tremble all night they are cold and alone through a veil of sorrow their pain remains unknown. The mist is dark, grey by sight they drip and splash through golden leaves and an amber hash they mend the branches bow for they know the leaves like corn, once the fog may end.

Feed me with the poison of this, Our dawn to midnight culture Where we are forced to live our 24/7 lives Through the chemical haze That fuels our already broken bodies past the point of breaking. Another victim of this, The plague of our twilight generation. Unable to claw ourselves through the day Without something to numb the pounding in our brains. The endless hours we live as our daylight Drags our fragile bodies to the brink. Husks of skin and bone bound by the sticky threads, Residue from years of chemical abuse Powered by our caffeinated blood. They are our drugs of choice. Powdery white pills to dull the pain of A life