Monday, September 17, 2012

sleepwalking existence

nothing can stop the water
it finds its way through the walls
through the cracks
through the seams
through the beams 
of the soul of this building 
then stains appear
like some hidden morbid fear
in the soul of a man
(do people really become ugly
when they think ugly thoughts?)
the smell of water is everywhere
the walls are now stained
as i wait for another accident
to wake me up from this sleepwalking existence
to make me feel something alive
am i breathing?
i don't think i am
i don't think i'll mention 
i'm not even paying attention
because ugly people have ugly intentions
beautiful people do, too
just like me and you

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