Living is a lot like dying

We all live

Exist in hope

The past a faded anecdote.

Of what once was

And what shall be

The dawn of self-supremacy.

 

We all live

In suburban hives

With restless thoughts

And shallow lies.

But I may die

Before you wake

A fetal, skeletal, cadaveric waste

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