Like shreds of paper found within a cohabitative scene of vice
it begins this void of your own creation_____
the commonalities that we all hold in common can be
easily broken and resurrected in time
for what though?
We all have to survive somehow in this place
and sometimes we want to be left to our own devices
seeking pleasures in mind or
voicing our opinions scatter brained toward the
delusions of the others….
what right do we have to invade each other
and simply twiddle our thumbs as the world
burns for those who have yet to become pure….